Never Hating Lyrics – Lil Baby Ft Young Thug

Lil Baby and Young Thug Lyrics

‘Never Hating’ is the seventh track on Lil Baby‘s new album, IT’S ONLY ME, this song features Young Thug, scroll down to read the lyrics to ‘Never Hating’ and sing along.

It’s Only Me Lyrics

Lil Baby & Young Thug – Never Hating Lyrics

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 shit 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 bitch 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 fucking up the Forgi’s, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, 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 fuck 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
Fuck I look like having smoke with my mini me’s
Niggas 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 shit
Never been a hater, I don’t care enough
This shit ain’t gon’ 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 niggas and bitches that’s counting my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch 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, bitch, I got addictions
I don’t do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me