When I’m Home Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the complete When I’m Home Lyrics by Lil Baby along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Baby’s music, you can also explore 04 and Lil Troy, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1]
I be wanting to leave this s*it alone but I’m just too deep
B!tches tell the internet, these n!ggas tell the police
I’ll go and kill myself before I let you ho me
Hit hard, move in silence, shout out to the OGs
Seven million, lost that just in baccarat alone
Know I smell good, I don’t wear no baccarats alone
I’m a money magnet, this s*it gon’ be coming when I’m gone
My Atlanta b!tch, we only be talking when I’m home

I’m a savage, gotta know I know you fu*king when I’m gone
Blow s*it down forreal, ain’t doing no huffing and puffing on no songs
Real rockstar, 7 in the morning getting stoned
Lotta gambling, he don’t know enough, he getting boned
These ain’t lab diamonds, my s*it outta the mud, these real stones
Brodie down the road, he done ran it up from selling phones
Got two hundred bands, tryna find a lawyer to get him home
Told him I’ma match it, that’s four hundred thousand, someone gotta have it
Ain’t been in the spot in five years and it’s still trapping
Safe to say if I ain’t get a deal I’ll be still trapping
Glad I got a chance to see the world and I adapted to it
Dolla took his cash, invest in business, look like he rapping too
I was in the spot tryna get off for s*it, that’s all I knew
I am not gon’ cry ’cause you don’t fu*k with me, the feelings mutual
Still leaving a stain inside my city, you remember crucial
Twenty thousand dollars only Monday, go in Magic spend a fourty, I just made this s*it Sunday
They ain’t really throwing s*it, they bluffing n!ggas pump faking
Feel like I’m at best when s*it get hard, but I’m a crunch baby
I been doing my thang since back in school from the mid to the lunch lady

[Chorus]
Mama showed me never show my hand
Most of these n!ggas need ass whoopings
Overseas, got my feet in the sand
Women claiming me who can’t get a chance

[Verse 2]
Put b!tches on Delta, they fly back with the cash
I put bro in position but he’ll get on your ass though
Better not fall for no ho who ready to go when the bag low
Seen Lil Yolo rob the same sto’ and then put a mask on
I been all around the globe, hitting and ducking the task force
I come straight from out the westend, the stamps on the passports
Fully coverage when I get involved, they know where to crash for
It ain’t funny, I done been a dog, the fu*k I’ma laugh for?
Seen some rich n!ggas lose it all, the fu*k I’ma brag for?
Well I ain’t tripping, if this s*it get hard, that’s what the bag for
She in love with you, she love me too, is that what you mad for?
Brodie told me don’t let off the gas, my foot in the dashboard
SF90, that’s a spot for us, that’s a step up from last time
Never chillin ’round, we in and out, I’m stuck on a cash run
N!gga really loved me, could’ve spanked you, but you get a pass bro
Showing n!ggas what’s the better route to go on the last ho
Know they want me to fall off, I move cautious
Told my PR, “Don’t put me on the Forbes list”
It’s gon’ cost to play, make sure you can afford this
I’m the same way, don’t matter if I’m poor or rich
It’s a hundred thousand dollars in my mouth, these porcelains
I took penitentiary chances, that’s to go cop Jordans
And my n!gga throwed off, sometimes I have to think for him
I’m a bad b!tch getter, you can ask my doorman
I put b!tches on Delta, can’t say what’s in the suitcase
Put a hundred up a million times, the fu*k is a blueface?
Brodie put us on a different route, I fu*k with a new way
Talked to all the dawgs on FaceTime, I’m ducking the two way
Active shooters in these cars gon’ follow us on anyway
Made the label call four, five mil’ for Rylo, the G way
Like Glorilla and I love ’em all, but they get it today
Can’t be fu*ked with in no way at all if that n!gga don’t play, yeah