Lil Baby - Stiff Gang Lyrics

Pulled up in a two-seater (coupe'd up)
Insides 'ghetti (spaghetti)
Money, let's get it (let's go, let's go)
Steppin' on the peasant (psst, yeah)
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit (I don't say nothin')
Eighty on the Kelly (worth some)
It match her aesthetic
Stiff gang on the bitch, don't approach me (nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (still runnin')
I can really play the game and coach it
I ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale (real money)
Baked potato with everything on it (loaded)
Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (can't focus)
Sent the Uber, get away from me (go 'head)
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (oh, yeah)

We can't be all on the 'Gram, no postin' (no position')
Motherf*cker in my hand, no holster (no holster)
Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most)
Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I (skee)
Put it down for Atlanta like I'm So So Def
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear (I'm gone)
You know I know you a ho, nigga, so, so what?
Get it done by myself, don't need no co-conspirator

Thunderstorm when I come, I am so severe
They got brodie f*cked up, I'm lookin' out for them
Can't cry, I got tears drop in both my ears
I been f*ckin' up Mobil before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leavin', she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills
I need racks every day, this shit cost to live
I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her
M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dude
I've been dead broke before, keep my pockets full
Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'
Know I made me a lot off a lil' nothin'
Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, have you goin' up
Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushin' packs of drugs in to New York
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mindframe, I grew up
Really Mr. Let-A-Bitch-Do-Her
Pretty shit debatin' 'bout who first
Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst
She'll sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleepin' giant woke, I done resurfaced
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains

We don't f*ck with him, he a goofy
Smooth, talk her right out a two-piece
2025, the new fleet
Kickin' shit with P, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pack, LooseLeaf
Ridin' in the 'Cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I'm OG, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuffed crust
I'm bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her own business account, I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three-hunnid K to charge it, disappear
I really made it, I used to work a flip
I ain't gon' play, come through duckin' out the drip
Bro wanna take 'em to trial, let's do it
Know how to move, I locked in with the Jews
Passin' out Hermès for Christmas, I'm Scrooge
No, I can't lay down, I'm stickin' the moves
I like the way that she f*ck, she the coolest
My lil' shit, she love a hood nigga, they bougie
Did the do, put "The Great" on my tombstone
Hit him straight in his shit if he move wrong
Virgil Maybach, I'm swervin' in two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a group home
Drive her crazy, she think I put woo on her
We gon' lay, catch 'em lackin' and move on 'em
Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it
Take some furs, I'm workin' my move on her
Give her curve, I'm puttin' that spin on
Out in Saudi, I'm pushin' a Franco (Wheezy outta here)