Never Hating Lyrics – Lil Baby ft. Young Thug

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this sh!t on today, for no reason
Got something to smile about, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a b!tch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer
I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he working
But the bricks them went down something
They handle the business
I do not go around them
You can get a hundred if you want to
We got pound spots
I'm the one that's really having motion
What they talking 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more
So many clothes, starting to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on f**king up the Forgi's
Take the rims off
The way she twist and suck i
Like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem, in a striker
But it’s good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree
I make the chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollar after every road
That’s what they hitting for
All I do is f**k her
I done turned her to a nympho
FN's, blackouts, Gen5's, Gen4's
Tripping for the family
I don’t play about my kin folk
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F**k I look like having smoke with my many me's?
N!ggas gotta be joking, you kidding me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time balling
Now it's real big
I was standing in the bleachers
On some cheering sh!t
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This sh!t ain't gone stop until they bury us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See something I like, no police, I'ma cop it
Don’t follow my page, I post racks every day
For these n!ggas and b!tches that's counting my pockets
Oh, hurdle this b!tch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta
Trenches with me
Something seem suspicious, something seeming fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we upping, upping
Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleaning
Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission
B!tch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures
Keep it low and with me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F**k I look like having smoke with my many me's?
N!ggas gotta be joking, you kidding me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time balling
Now it's real big
I was standing in the bleachers, on some cheering sh!t
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This sh!t ain't gone stop until they bury us