Lyrics Baby Drill – How Ya Doin?

Lyrics Baby Drill – How Ya Doin?

Baby Drill – How Ya Doin? (Official Video) Lyrics
[Intro]
Foreign whips in—
Foreign whips in my garage
Foreign whips in my—, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1]
Foreign whips in my garage
Double-chop it off to start
We don’t need no diamonds, walk in the room and shine
I’m a walking star
I mix Off-White with the Gucci, this a different trend (Off-White, different)
Huh, I’m in LA with Young Nudy, smoking different strands
I stuffed racks inside the briches
I put boxes on the glizzys
I put dick in all y’all bitches (Baby Drill)
Come show ‘em that I get business
When I be walking, watch where you step, ‘cause you’ll get stepped on (you’ll get stepped on)
Switch out the Givenchy, then I popped out with some red bottoms (bloody)
[Chorus]
How you doin’? Living great
What you eatin’? Eating steak
How you do it? Takin’ plates
What you shootin’? Baby Drac’s (Baby Drill)
Scream, “fuck section 8,” huh
Bitch, I made a way (made a way)
Huh, gave them a reason to hate (reason to hate)
Lot on me, bitch, ain’t gon’ play

[Verse 2]
I ain’t gon’ play no game bitch
Bitch sold my P80
These niggas be lame, bitch
Claiming they got gang ties
Freak ho, she don’t do no talking, lil’ bitch really shy (put it in there)
Deepthroat, put it in her mouth, told her, “open wide”
Private jet, that’s how we livin’ (woo)
On the [?], straight to the [?]
Try to dodge a life sentence, screaming, “fuck the penitentiary” (boom)
Gotta watch what I say, I know they listening
Blood on shoes, step in Balenci’ (bloody)
Treat the opps like I be frying chicken
The Glock will heat his ass up

[Chorus]
How you doin’? Living great
What you eatin’? Eating steak
How you do it? Takin’ plates
What you shootin’? Baby drac’s (Baby Drill)
Scream, “fuck section 8,” huh
Bitch, I made a way (made it)
Huh, gave them a reason to hate (hate it)
Lot on me, bitch, ain’t gon’ play
[Verse 3]
All them hoes wasn’t letting me fuck back then, now I can paint they face (on God)
See, all the clothes I couldn’t afford back then, put on every [?]
I went big on big, the whole world know my name (big, Baby Drill)
Took a couple losses, I just charged into the game
Can swipe for bodies with my Visa
Lil’ bitch think I need her (I don’t need her)
I’m in the loop, not Fruit Loops, but I got ‘bows inside the [?]
Like who’d ever thought that I’d be here?
Real niggas, bitch, I breathe them
I’m like a ghost, oh they can’t see him
Shoutout Scott, they gotta free him

[Chorus]
How you doin’? Living great
What you eatin’? Eating steak
How you do it? Takin’ plates
What you shootin’? Baby drac’s (Baby Drill)
Scream, “fuck section 8,” huh
Bitch, I made a way (made it)
Huh, gave them a reason to hate (hate it)
Lot on me, bitch, ain’t gon’ play
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Lyrics Baby Drill – Start To Hate (Official Video)

Lyrics Baby Drill – Start To Hate (Official Video)

Baby Drill – Start To Hate (Official Video) Lyrics
[Intro]
I don’t really fuck with these niggas (Fuck you)
Niggas be actin’ like they fuck with a nigga, don’t even fuck with a nigga (They don’t fuck with me)
Be waitin’ on a nigga to fall off (They waitin’)
(COUPE)
Gon’ be waitin’ forever tryna wait for me to fall off though (Tellin’ you)
That’s all I’m sayin’ (That’s all I’m sayin’)
These bitch-ass niggas with these mixed emotions and shit
Fuck nigga, get out your feelings (Get out your motherfuckin’ feelings)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get out your feelings, nigga (Get out your feelings, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get out your feelings, nigga (Get out your feelings, nigga)
Huh, get out your— (Get out your—)
Get out your motherfuckin’—
[Chorus]
Niggas see I’m poppin’, so they startin’ to hate
I sit back, watch them niggas plot, but Baby Drill remain the same (Remain the same, Baby Drill)
Some niggas mad I got a chain, but, fuck nigga, stay in your lane (Stay in your place)
‘Member I ain’t have a dime on me, now I could break the bank (I got racks)
Bankroll bustin’ out my pocket, I don’t even need no wallet (Shit ain’t foldin’)
Waited on my turn, the light on me, so I can finally pop it (Woo)
Mom dukes said I’m hard, it made me smile, now I’m feelin’ cocky (Mom dukes)
When I get them M’s, gon’ put an M in all my nigga deposits (And that’s on Roxk, nigga)

[Verse 1]
I got war wounds, nigga, yeah, I’m scarred for life
Can’t bring back my dog, but I could catch the killer and make it right (Buh)
I got you
Young and reckless, huh, I’m out here
Stick chop shit up like hibachi
One, two, one, two, huh, like Ali
Shit around my neck hit harder than molly
Took my chances with the strap, I bust the bitch and got a smack (Buh)
Took my chances with the stick, I rolled it down and got a whack (Frrt)
Took my chances with the whip, I hit the road and got away (Rrrt)
Took my chances with your bitch, I fuck the ho, then paint her face

[Chorus]
Niggas see I’m poppin’, so they startin’ to hate
I sit back, watch them niggas plot, but Baby Drill remain the same (Remain the same, Baby Drill)
Some niggas mad I got a chain, but, fuck nigga, stay in your lane (Stay in your place)
‘Member I ain’t have a dime on me, now I could break the bank (I got racks)
Bankroll bustin’ out my pocket, I don’t even need no wallet (Shit ain’t foldin’)
Waited on my turn, the light on me, so I can finally pop it (Woo)
Mom dukes said I’m hard, it made me smile, now I’m feelin’ cocky (Mom dukes)
When I get them M’s, gon’ put an M in all my nigga deposits (And that’s on Roxk, nigga)
[Verse 2]
Feet passed me the ball and I ain’t stop runnin’
It’s 1Gang and one sound, huh, we come here for the money (We want them racks, nigga)
It’s time to cross over
Whoever thought that I’d be in the position that I’m in? (Whoever thought, nigga?)
Niggas actin’ like they down to ride with me, don’t want me to win (They ain’t on that, nigga)
I’m screamin’, “Fuck you”
Come around here with that hatin’ shit, might bust you (Woo)
This GG come from Italy (GG), this Draco come from Russia (Drakeisha)
I told my bitch, “Stay down, it’s on the way,” she like, “Fuck it” (Crazy)
Look at me now, look at you now, you should’ve stayed down, lil’ bitch, you stubborn (I know she mad)

[Chorus]
Niggas see I’m poppin’, so they startin’ to hate
I sit back, watch them niggas plot, but Baby Drill remain the same (Remain the same, Baby Drill)
Some niggas mad I got a chain, but, fuck nigga, stay in your lane (Stay in your place)
‘Member I ain’t have a dime on me, now I could break the bank (I got racks)
Bankroll bustin’ out my pocket, I don’t even need no wallet (Shit ain’t foldin’)
Waited on my turn, the light on me, so I can finally pop it (Woo)
Mom dukes said I’m hard, it made me smile, now I’m feelin’ cocky (Mom dukes)
When I get them M’s, gon’ put an M in all my nigga deposits (And that’s on Roxk, nigga)
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