The track features the two artists in a cutthroat manner, flexing materialistic things such as expensive cars, clothing and drugs while also showing how they squash their competition on the streets and in the rap game. Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' If we be ackin up, You best be backin up Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi` (no cap) Made a half a ticket off promotion I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter Made my last one my last one, ain’t no wifin’ her This top shelf, got forty designer belts Made my last one my last one, I`m wifin` her Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain’t scared of none Shooters fallin’ behind in the years Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there) How you got everybody lit, pipin' up? Ridin` `round with Dracs like we OVO Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes Forever Gang, I’m never switchin over Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her We don’t run from our problems, we stackin’ up gwualla He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us Shooters follow behind in a Urus They have collaborated on both Baby’s and Gunna’s songs and have been good friends for a long time. Never chokin`, always smokin doja 4PF look like the new BMF Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Hah, hah, hah The track, produced by Quay Global, is centered around a simple string instrumental featuring three notes played on a violin, with a relatively-stripped back bass and drum line in the background. I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah) Used to drive in a Buick, Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke ’em I fuck with slimes and I`m gonna bust (bah, bah) Never chokin', always smokin doja Made a half a ticket off promotion Made a half a ticket of promotion For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (swear) Made a lane and niggas can't get over I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo` Keepin` my composure, never sober Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone (Grrat) It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear) Count the money up fast like I`m typin` somethin` Everybody trappin', we get loads in And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth [Intro] I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo’ Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah) The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred) Barely flex, but don’t play with me, period How you crank up the car? Turn up, [Verse 1: Lil Baby] We don’t sell shit, we just make hits, yeah He ain`t 4PF if he ain`t got motion Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest Fuck 'em if they gettin' over Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice) Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh) How you ridin` in a Benz and a Tonka truck? But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him I am not a killer, but don’t test me Take the roof off the car, let her feel the sun Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Shooters follow behind in a Urus Keepin' my composure, never sober We’re gonna have a hard time findin’ what to wear Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up I can’t measure rappers, they be bogus Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go How you ride in the Benz and a Tonka Truck? Ain`t changed, I stayed the same and maintained And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah) How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? So many died, I ain't never been the one for that Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack Lil Baby’s ‘Lamborghini Boys’ Mixtape Will Only Feature Rappers Who Own Lamborghinis, 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks, Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest, Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go, Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes, And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go, On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door, In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist, Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah), On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One, Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits), We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (Racks), Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice), Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap), I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah).
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