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lil bibby - boy lyrics

[hook: lil bibby]
pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
n-gga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
everybody with me getting money
pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
n-gga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
everybody with me getting money

[verse 1: lil bibby]
i’m a boss stacking all this money
my safe stay full of new hundreds
my trap house still doing numbers
show you how to turn nothing into something
i pull up to the scene, they like “bibby what you on?”
got the chrome, one up in the dome, play i’ll get you gone
money on my phone, so i told that b-tch hold on
put the business first, then see what the hoes on
young n-gga stunting, walking round with this gold on
i would flood the block but i ain’t tryna get told on
n-ggas dissing, acting like some women
hey but we ain’t really tripping cause we got some pots to p-ss in

[verse 2: t.i.]
when we pull up as the sh-t and go get your b-tch’s attention
she wishing her and my d-ck could have a head on collision
my guarder number one, we be bumming in your direction
they get permission from me, they gon turn her with no ignition
king, double styrofoam for the lean
puffing 15, 30 grand in my jeans
and when i’m seen on the scene, it’s obscene
and a vert so clean, half a million dollar chain
ask a ho who run it they go yelling out our name
hustle gang bang green b-tch, all we know is bank rolls
get dough when the bank close, and there ain’t no
stopping, our feet kicked up where you can’t go
they can’t paint no picture no clearer
f-ck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror
no there ain’t no n-gga like us in your city
pulling up, sucker like no he motherf-cking didn’t

[hook: lil bibby]
pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
n-gga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
everybody with me getting money
pulled up, parking lot stunt boy
thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
n-gga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
everybody with me getting money

[verse 3: lil bibby]
grind so hard i ain’t slept in four days
n-ggas hating on the bench, they don’t get no play
haters gon hate, everything ok
young n-gga from the streets getting money both ways
and we get that straight drop sh-t, straight from the tropics
then i rerock it to double up them profits
catch me on e block, now i’m with the d cop
word around town lil bibby got the streets locked
n-ggas mean mugging, so i got the heat c-cked
wheat timbs n-gga, we don’t do the reebok
my young boys on bullsh-t, boy
just watch, i’ll show you how to do this sh-t, boy

- lil bibby lyrics

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