Lil Baby - Really Did It Lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it
I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches
This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended
I trust in my dog, he really with it
I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'
We weren't raised like that
Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'
And f*ckin' these bad bitches, we really did it
And when a nigga fly, f*ck he drippin'
A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning
Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it

Eighteen with a hundred racks, what you know 'bout that?
Came from selling packs, seeing niggas get whacked
Money to my ear, f*ck what Jay-Z said
I'ma stay down tryna get it, I need Jay-Z bread
I really did it, in them kitchens with my niggas
Keep them pistols, probably served a thousand midgets
Hundred bags of the strong, got 'em gone, did it all off a phone
Told my bitch ain't comin' home 'til that f*ckin' pack gone

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it
I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches
This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended
I trust in my dog, he really with it
I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'
We weren't raised like that
Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'
And f*ckin' these bad bitches, we really did it
And when a nigga fly, f*ck he drippin'
A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning
Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it

When I first seen my first hundred thousand, I was twenty
Ridin' 'round bumpin' P, screamin' No Limit
They tried to knock me off my pivot
Told him keep me in the game coach
Got a couple dollars, lost a couple partners
F*ck a nigga who done changed on me
Make a nigga drop some change on him
We weren't raised like that
You know your brodie told on brodie while you praised that rat
The way that I got it they thought I print it
I caught my first harder than carter sentence
Just when I had started they thought I'm winning
I cut bitches off now they thought I'm tripping
I gave my niggas hope, I really did it
They gave my cuz a bow, I really miss him
Codeine all in my system
Won't ever leave this house without my pistol
Now never beat a double but a triple, nigga

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it
I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches
This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended
I trust in my dog, he really with it
I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'
We weren't raised like that
Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'
And f*ckin' these bad bitches, we really did it
And when a nigga fly, f*ck he drippin'
A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning
Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it