Listen Up Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the full Listen Up lyrics by Lil Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Baby’s music, you can also explore Stuff and Dum, Dumb, and Dumber, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Verse 1]
New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)
You get on my nerves, b!tch, fu*k off (Fu*k off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose, give ’em the right influence, that’s how I’m the big dog
I’m with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers (Uh), hope they get a mistrial, yeah
No more spending more than I’m saving, letting this s*it pile (Pile up)
Living kiddy, that s*it was corny, I had to switch styles (Styles up)
Eight M’s on the crib come from Section 8, man, this s*it wild (Wild)
I took the lil’ bros and I mold ’em, they know to hold it down (Hold this s*it down)
I got lots of dollars and yens and a whole lot of pounds
I left their credentials who can’t pay n!ggas to go around (Round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP
I can’t lie, this s*it okay for me (Sweet)
Locked in the studio all night, but she gon’ wait for me (Stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don’t play with me (No way)
She say I’m her favorite n!gga (Uh)
These n!ggas backwards
They get a lil’ money, spend it all and then they ask for some (How?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain’t ask for nothing (Never)
Fu*k it up, I probably get it for the summer
Run my money up in like a month or something
I’m with the hustlers (Real ones)
Running circles ’round these rapping n!ggas
No discussion from me (No)
I got n!ggas still stuck in the trenches, s*it be fu*king with me
I was checking emails on the plane and she start sucking on me
It ain’t no buster in me, no
It ain’t no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope
I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangsters turn hoes
Ain’t no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I’m a diamond in the dirt, so I won’t ever change roles

[Verse 2]

I been schooling n!ggas
Bad b!tch, bad class and all about her digits (Brr)
Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from selling midget (Mid)
Couple songs went diamond, I’m just getting started, s*it big
Always run into problems ’cause I couldn’t never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
Two hundred fifty mill’, don’t mention it ‘less it’s a big deal
I got a lil’ percent, yeah, I could be selling bricks
You know the counter flick like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep calling, I’m tryna find the mix
Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
Farm house in Selena, we tall like thirty mill’ and Wham (Talk)
Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
This time, I’ma show ’em, get in a whole different bag
Everybody can talk it, but they ain’t standing how I stand up

[Outro]
Check all these
I’m turning up more, please, yeah