Artist: Lil Bibby f/ T.I. Album: Free Crack II (Mixtape) Song: Boy Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus x2: Lil Bibby] Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] I'm a boss stacking all this money My safe stay full of new hundreds My trap house still doing numbers Show you how to turn nothing into something I pull up to the scene, they like "Bibby what you on?" Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play I'll get you gone Money on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on Put the business first, then see what the hoes on Young nigga stunting, walking round with this gold on I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on Niggas dissing, acting like some women Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we got some pots to piss in [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: T.I.] When we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch's attention She wishing her and my dick could have a head on collision My guarder number one, we be bumming in your direction They get permission from me, they gon turn her with no ignition King, double Styrofoam for the lean Puffing 15, 30 grand in my jeans And when I'm seen on the scene, it's obscene And a vert so clean, half a million dollar chain Ask a ho who run it they go yelling out our name Hustle gang bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls Get dough when the bank close, and there ain't no Stopping, our feet kicked up where you can't go They can't paint no picture no clearer Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror No there ain't no nigga like us in your city Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking didn't [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Lil Bibby] Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days Niggas hating on the bench, they don't get no play Haters gon hate, everything ok Young nigga from the streets getting money both ways And we get that straight drop shit, straight from the tropics Then I rerock it to double up them profits Catch me on E block, now I'm with the D cop Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked Wheat timbs nigga, we don't do the Reebok My young boys on bullshit, boy Just watch, I'll show you how to do this shit, boy [Chorus x2]