Lil Bibby - Boy (feat. T.I.)

Boy Lyrics

[Hook – Lil Bibby][x2]

Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

Nigga 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 bitch hold on

Put the business first, then see what the hoes on

Young nigga stunting, walking round with this gold on

I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on

Niggas dissing, acting like some women

Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we got some pots to piss in



[Hook – Lil Bibby][x2]

Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money



[Verse 2 – T.I.]

When we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch’s attention

She wishing her and my dick 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 bitch, 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

Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror

No there ain't no nigga like us in your city

Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking didn't



[Hook – Lil Bibby][x2]

Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

Nigga 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

Niggas hating on the bench, they don’t get no play

Haters gon hate, everything ok

Young nigga from the streets getting money both ways

And we get that straight drop shit, 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

Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked

Wheat timbs nigga, we don’t do the Reebok

My young boys on bullshit, boy

Just watch, I’ll show you how to do this shit, boy



[Hook – Lil Bibby][x2]

Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money

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