Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Ballin' like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami, pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f*ck 'em all, ain't got no understandin'
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keepin' my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I f*cked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on and stashed up, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winnin' 'til I entered now they back losin'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone gettin' tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lyin', shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been f*ckin' her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you 'posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the f*ck was you at?
Never drop no sock then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushin', bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that what-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
Danger Video (MV)
Performed By: Lil Baby
From Album: It's Only Me
Written by: Anton Gololobov, Dominique Jones, Ryan Hartlove, William Boyette
Lil Baby - Danger Lyrics
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Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Ballin' like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami, pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f*ck 'em all, ain't got no understandin'
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keepin' my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I f*cked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on and stashed up, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winnin' 'til I entered now they back losin'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone gettin' tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lyin', shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been f*ckin' her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you 'posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the f*ck was you at?
Never drop no sock then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushin', bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that what-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Ballin' like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami, pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f*ck 'em all, ain't got no understandin'
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keepin' my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I f*cked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on and stashed up, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winnin' 'til I entered now they back losin'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone gettin' tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lyin', shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been f*ckin' her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you 'posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the f*ck was you at?
Never drop no sock then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushin', bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that what-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
Writer: Anton Gololobov, Dominique Jones, Ryan Hartlove, William Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
