Stiff Gang Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the full Stiff Gang 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 So Sorry and Free Promo, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a two-seater (Coupe, yeah)
Inside skele' (Get it)
Money, let's get it (Let's go, let's go)
Stepping on the pedal (Pss, yeah)
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit (I don't say nothing)
Eighty on the Kelly (Want some)
And that's real steady
Stiff gang on the b!tch, don't approach me (Nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (Still running)
I can really play the game and coach
I ain't dealing hand to hand, I wholesale
Baked potato with everything on
Diamonds hitting, everything pouring (Can't focus)
Sent the Uber, get away from me (Go in)
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (Oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
We can't be all on the 'Gram, no posting (No position')
Motherfu*ker in the (??), no hosting (No hosting)
Turnt up, young n!gga, I'm the most (I'm the most)
Twenty vibes tee'd up on the boat so I (Skee)
Put it down for Atlanta like I'm Soso
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear
You know I know you a ho, n!gga, so so what?
Get it done by myself, don't need no coach, yeah

[Verse 3]
Thunderstorm when I come, I'm so so real
Think my brodie fu*ked up, I'm looking out for him
Can't cry, I got ten (??) in both my ears
I been fu*king up Nobu before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leaving, she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills
I need racks every day, this s*it cost a mill
I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her
Ms in offshore account like a soccer dude
I been dead dead before, here my pockets full
Throw up sixty on the woch and I run (??)
Know I made me a lot off a lil' none'
Couple zips of that ra and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, I ben going up
Trench baby running 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushing packs of drügs in the new year
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mainframe, I grew up
Really miss to let a b!tch do her
Pretty s*it debating 'bout who first
Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst
She would sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleeping giant, woke and resurface
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains

[Verse 4]
We don't fu*k with him, he a goldfish
Smooth talker, right out of
[two piece?]
2025, the new fleet
Kicking s*it with P, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pact, loosely
Riding in the cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I'm ouchea, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuck up
I'm bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her on business, I don't care, I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three hundred K to charge it, disappear
I really made it, I used to work with flip
I ain't gon' play, came through ducking out the drip
Bro on the table, on a trial, let's do it
Know how to move all I did with the juice
Passing her Hermes, for Christmas, I'm Scrooge
No, I can't let her, I'm stuck in the mood
I like the way that she fu*k, she be cooling
Modest, she love a hood n!gga, they bougie
Dig the dude, put the grave on my tombstone
Hit em' straight in this s*it if you move on
Virgin Maybach, I'm swerving in two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a blue Hummer
Driver crazy, she think I put woo on her
We gon' lay, catch 'em lay and gon' move on it
Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it
Take some furs, I'm working my move on her
Give her curve, I'm putting my spin on her
Out in Saudi, I'm pushing a fur coat