Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Burnt out mixtures
Wrote it in my scriptures
Wrist make the time slow so I took a picture
Clock like a ticker
Water in the pitcher
You got two strikes got you thinking I'm a pitcher
Only giving out paper
Only giving out smoke no vaper
I've been down in the hills like a Laker
All bark no bite never any takers
Why they always saying hit me up throw it down
AirPods I don't mess with wires never make a sound
But if he gon' make a sound he gon' get a pound
Square him up take him down throw his little ass to the ground
Running on heat and I'm getting the meat
Wait I'm getting the bread so my doggie can eat
If he eat he gon' grow up let him see the world
But I swear up on Twitter there's some different type of girls
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Scrolling thru my feed and I double tap
Then I get a snap like (ginger check your map)
Then I check it and they all not alone
But the sad thing was that I wasn't even home
I just don't understand what's going through her mind
Every time that she leave me opened
I had to go out buy her Louis Gucci Prada damn are you joking?
I still bought it for her though 'cause I'm a nice guy
She don't care about love she wants the wifi
She a wifi chaser
She a hype guy hater
Type five waiter
5 years later
She was up in the DMS ginger I need some paper
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
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Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Burnt out mixtures
Wrote it in my scriptures
Wrist make the time slow so I took a picture
Clock like a ticker
Water in the pitcher
You got two strikes got you thinking I'm a pitcher
Only giving out paper
Only giving out smoke no vaper
I've been down in the hills like a Laker
All bark no bite never any takers
Why they always saying hit me up throw it down
AirPods I don't mess with wires never make a sound
But if he gon' make a sound he gon' get a pound
Square him up take him down throw his little ass to the ground
Running on heat and I'm getting the meat
Wait I'm getting the bread so my doggie can eat
If he eat he gon' grow up let him see the world
But I swear up on Twitter there's some different type of girls
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Scrolling thru my feed and I double tap
Then I get a snap like (ginger check your map)
Then I check it and they all not alone
But the sad thing was that I wasn't even home
I just don't understand what's going through her mind
Every time that she leave me opened
I had to go out buy her Louis Gucci Prada damn are you joking?
I still bought it for her though 'cause I'm a nice guy
She don't care about love she wants the wifi
She a wifi chaser
She a hype guy hater
Type five waiter
5 years later
She was up in the DMS ginger I need some paper
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Burnt out mixtures
Wrote it in my scriptures
Wrist make the time slow so I took a picture
Clock like a ticker
Water in the pitcher
You got two strikes got you thinking I'm a pitcher
Only giving out paper
Only giving out smoke no vaper
I've been down in the hills like a Laker
All bark no bite never any takers
Why they always saying hit me up throw it down
AirPods I don't mess with wires never make a sound
But if he gon' make a sound he gon' get a pound
Square him up take him down throw his little ass to the ground
Running on heat and I'm getting the meat
Wait I'm getting the bread so my doggie can eat
If he eat he gon' grow up let him see the world
But I swear up on Twitter there's some different type of girls
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Scrolling thru my feed and I double tap
Then I get a snap like (ginger check your map)
Then I check it and they all not alone
But the sad thing was that I wasn't even home
I just don't understand what's going through her mind
Every time that she leave me opened
I had to go out buy her Louis Gucci Prada damn are you joking?
I still bought it for her though 'cause I'm a nice guy
She don't care about love she wants the wifi
She a wifi chaser
She a hype guy hater
Type five waiter
5 years later
She was up in the DMS ginger I need some paper
Oh lil baby on Snapchat
Lil baby got back on the gram
Lil baby gon' back back
Lil baby going back to the vans
We were chilling on face time
Lil baby said you ain't mine
But I just keep coming back
I keep coming back with the racks
And the stacks in the back
Writer: Justin Cala
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid