Lyrics Commercial (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - Lil Baby
Tay
Keith,
this
too
hard
Tay
Keith,
fuck
these
niggas
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
bitch
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'
shit,
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
shit
up
'Fore
I
run
out
of
cash,
they
gonna
run
out
of
land
I
fell
in
love
with
this
bitch
'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
twenty-one,
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
Niggas
talkin'
way
too
much,
I
ain't
goin'
back
And
forth
with
niggas
'cause
these
niggas
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
(Twenty-four,
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
shit
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
Fucked
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
vibe
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
vibe
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
bitch
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?
1 Catch The Sun - From "Queen & Slim: The Soundtrack"
2 Sum 2 Prove
3 No Sucker
4 Emotionally Scarred
5 Woah
6 Grace
7 How
8 Heatin Up
9 Forever (feat. Lil Wayne)
10 Hurtin
11 Consistent
12 Solid
13 Forget That
14 We Should
15 Get Ugly
16 Commercial (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
17 Gang Signs
18 Can't Explain
19 Same Thing
20 Live Off My Closet (feat. Future)
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