Experience the raw emotion captured in the lyrics of ‘Stiff Gang’ sung by Lil Baby from the album ‘WHAM (Deluxe) (2025)’ produced by Wheezy, Southside & 1 more. Pulled up in a two-seater (Coupe, yeah Insides ‘ghetti (Spaghetti)…
Stiff Gang Lyrics – Lil Baby
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a two-seater (Coupe, yeah)
Insides ‘ghetti (Spaghetti)
Money, let’s get it (Let’s go, let’s go)
Steppin’ on a peasant (Pss, yeah)
Do it ’cause I want to
I don’t need the credit (I don’t say nothin’)
Eighty on the Kelly (Want some)
And that’s her aesthetic
Stiff gang on a bitch, don’t approach me (Nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (Still runnin’)
I can really play the game and coach it
I ain’t dealin’ hand to hand, I wholesale (Real money)
Baked potato with everything on it (Loaded)
Diamonds hittin’, evеrything pourin’ (Can’t focus)
Sent the Uber, gеt away from me (Go ‘head)
I’m a different vibe when that liquor hit (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
We can’t be all on the ‘Gram, don’t post us (Don’t post us)
Motherfucker in my hand, no holster (No holster)
Turnt up, young nigga, I’m the most (I’m the most)
Twenty vibes T’d up on the boat so I (Ski)
Puttin’ it down for Atlanta like I’m Soso ‘nem
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear (I’m gone)
You know I know you a ho, nigga, so, so what?
Get it done by myself, don’t need no coconspirator
[Verse 3]
Thunderstorm when I come, I am so, so real (Doin’)
They got brodie fucked up, I’m lookin’ out for them (Got ’em)
Can’t cry, I got ten tears drop in both my ears
I been fuckin’ up Nobu before the deal
When I’m done and I’m leavin’, she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills (Got motor)
I need racks every day, this shit cost a mill’ (Cost)
I catch her out of bounds, I’ma sock it to her (Sock)
M’s in offshore accounts like a soccer dude
I’ve been dead broke before, keep my pockets full
Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil’
Know I make me a lot off a lil’ nothin’
Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, I be goin’ up
Trench baby runnin’ ’round in this foreign stuff
Pushin’ packs of drugs in the new year
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mind frame, I grew up
Really Mr. Let-A-Bitch-Do-Her
Pretty shit debatin’ ’bout who first
Bro, I’m not his twin, I don’t know who worst
She’ll sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleepin’ giant, woke, I done resurfaced
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains
[Verse 4]
We don’t fuck with him, he a goofy
Smooth talker, right out a two-piece
2025, the new fleet
Kickin’ shit with P’s, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pack, LooseLeaf
Ridin’ in the ‘Cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I’m OG, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuffed crust
I’m ’bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her own business account, I’m the plug
I’m out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three hundred K, the charges disappear
I really made it, I used to work a flip
I ain’t gon’ play, came through dunkin’ off the dribble
Bro wanna take on the trial, let’s do it
Know how to move, I locked in with the Jews
Passin’ out Hermès, for Christmas, I’m Scrooge
No, I can’t let her, I’m stickin’ to mood
I like the way that she fuck, she the coolest
Models, she love a hood nigga, they bougie
Dig the dude, put the grave on my tombstone
Hit him straight in this shit if he move wrong
Virgil Maybach, I’m swervin’ a two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a group home
Drive her crazy, she think I put wood on her
We gon’ lay, catch ’em lackin’ move on ’em
Yeah, I’m hot, check the temp’, but I’m cool on
Take some furs, I’m workin’ my move on her
Give her curve, I’m puttin’ that spoon on her
Out in Saudi, I’m pushin’ a fur coat (Wheezy outta here)
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