Commercial (Explicit)
Lil Baby, Lil Uzi Vert"Commercial (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Baby, Lil Uzi Vert, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:24 long and contains 102 lines and 916 words.
Lyrics
0:00(Tay Keith, this too hard)
0:12(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
0:15I paid some extra before we even come out
0:17And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
0:19I hit the b*tch and I gave her some racks
0:20And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
0:22Go run the store, run and get rubber bands
0:24I done got rich, I done put on my mans
0:26Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
0:28They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
0:30She take a trip, she come back with a tan
0:32I take a trip, I come back with them bands
0:34When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
0:36Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
0:38She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
0:40She don't like pics, I got too many fans
0:42I'm runnin' sh*t, I can do what I want
0:44And it's really a limit, you do what you can
0:46I found the booth and I put that sh*t up
0:48'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
0:50I fell in love with this b*tch 'cause her head was amazing
0:53I swear I don't even know her name
0:54I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
0:56They gave me ten M&M's on advance
0:58Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
1:01I guess it was part of the plan
1:02How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
1:04Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
1:06They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
1:08Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
1:10I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
1:12Free all the bros, know I would if I can
1:14If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
1:16'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'
1:18Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
1:21Dior store can't keep up with me
1:22I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
1:24I'm never comin' back, them people under me
1:26Not the fans, yeah, the haters
1:27Lotta bands on the table
1:29They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
1:31They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
1:33Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
1:35We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that
1:37Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that
1:39N*ggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back
1:41And forth with n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas be holdin' racks
1:43On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks
1:45Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back
1:47I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback
1:49Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo)
1:51I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty
1:55They say the drop hot and it's ready
1:56Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes)
1:58Say my dawg doin' time
1:59But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some sh*t he didn't tell me
2:01My dawg stabbed his celly
2:03He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)
2:04Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly
2:06F*cked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly
2:09My head gettin' heavy
2:10And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo)
2:12No, I can't do no Amiris
2:14Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary
2:16She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries
2:18I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?"
2:21Diamonds cold as December, my **** Sagittarius
2:22Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo)
2:24Dior store can't keep up with me
2:26I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
2:27I'm never comin' back, them people under me
2:29Not the fans, yeah, the haters
2:31Lotta bands on the table
2:32They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
2:34They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
2:36Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
2:38I can switch up and come back another way
2:39If the **** ain't right, come back another day
2:41Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave
2:42Remix weed, we put it in a microwave
2:45Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
2:47He can say what he want, but he gotta pay
2:49Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
2:51Sell my drugs 'round the corner
2:53I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup
2:54My cars a lil' different, I own 'em
2:55I ain't with no leasin', my b*tch tellin' me I need credit
2:57It's loud and clear if I said it
2:59I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys
3:01You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me
3:04Know the hood proud of me
3:05I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth
3:07Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me
3:09Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
3:12Dior store can't keep up with me
3:13I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
3:15I'm never comin' back, them people under me
3:17Not the fans, yeah, the haters
3:19Lotta bands on the table
3:20They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
3:22They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
3:24Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
(Tay Keith, this too hard) (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up) I paid some extra before we even come out And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' I hit the b*tch and I gave her some racks And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' Go run the store, run and get rubber bands I done got rich, I done put on my mans Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand She take a trip, she come back with a tan I take a trip, I come back with them bands When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin' She throw a hoodie on soon as we land She don't like pics, I got too many fans I'm runnin' sh*t, I can do what I want And it's really a limit, you do what you can I found the booth and I put that sh*t up 'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land I fell in love with this b*tch 'cause her head was amazing I swear I don't even know her name I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance They gave me ten M&M's on advance Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me I guess it was part of the plan How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin' I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band Free all the bros, know I would if I can If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it 'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin' Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that N*ggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back And forth with n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas be holdin' racks On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo) I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty They say the drop hot and it's ready Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes) Say my dawg doin' time But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some sh*t he didn't tell me My dawg stabbed his celly He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly F*cked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly My head gettin' heavy And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo) No, I can't do no Amiris Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?" Diamonds cold as December, my **** Sagittarius Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo) Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? I can switch up and come back another way If the **** ain't right, come back another day Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave Remix weed, we put it in a microwave Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J He can say what he want, but he gotta pay Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay Sell my drugs 'round the corner I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup My cars a lil' different, I own 'em I ain't with no leasin', my b*tch tellin' me I need credit It's loud and clear if I said it I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me Know the hood proud of me I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
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