Lil' baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas
Lil' baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas
If I put you in that Meulemeester, don't go change in It
She like Lelo what you do to me I say your name different

I got pockets, he got pockets too, but ain't no change in them
she got problems, I got problems too, like Yin and Yang nigga
We like Yin and Yang nigga
Dawg will show you what that yop do, so David Blaine nigga
David Blaine nigga
We outside like we tryna make the block tilt

She got to grabbin' on my jeans and my pop spilt
Fuck a cash app, nigga how yo guap built
Say the word and I can show you who is not real
I just pulled up with my twin, it's like I duplicated

She just pulled up with her friend, it's like she duplicated
If you my brother, I don't give a fuck how you related
Only family where I be at, like the view was gated
We got pros, shows, poles, I don't hit her phone

Now she tellin' me I'm slow and it's fuck me
yeah
How the fuck is you the catch when you the one that's tryna fuck me
Yeah, baby, make it make sense
How the fuck is he my opp when he can't even make rent

I said I'm goin' up this year and I ain't even make lent
My fate rich, rap money, I don't need to take risks
She a ten if she fuck with New Detroit
Ain't no tellin' what that shit'll do to boy

You a lame and that shit ain't do the choice
I scream, fuck the opps until I lose my voice, yeah
Mm-mm, New Detroit, nigga
Baby tell me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas

Baby show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas
Lil' baby, show me what you wouldn't go and show them lame niggas
If I put you in that Meulemeester don't go change in it
She like, Lelo, what you do to me? I say your name different

I got pockets, he got pockets too, but ain't no change in them
She got problems, I got problems too, like Yin and Yang, nigga
Mm-mm, we like Yin and Yang, nigga
Dawg will show you what that yop do, so David Blaine, nigga

Mm-mm, so David Blaine, nigga
We outside like we tryna make the block tilt
She got the grabbin' on my jeans and my pop spilt
Fuck a cash app, lil nigga, how your guap built

Say the word and I can show you who is not real