Lil Baby - Never Hating Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin' to smile 'bout, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the bricks them went down some
They handle the business, I do not go around 'em
You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no more
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on f*ckin' up the Forgis, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree, I'll make a chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollars after every roll, that's what they hittin' for
All I do is f*ck her, I done turned her to a nympho
FNs, blackouts, Gen5s, Gen4s
Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kinfolk

I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us

Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like, no police, so I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page, I post racks every day
For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF say they got smoke like a Rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Fah-fah-fah-fah, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cookin', woo, woo, litty
Can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low when with me

I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us