Lil Baby – Hurtin Lyrics
Hurtin By Lil Baby
Cook that s--- up Quay
What’s the chances that you make it from the bottom?
Let’s go
Gotta beat the odds, I’m tryna blend in (Blend)
Hit that boy so many times he made CNN (CNN)
Fear of God pants, I don’t fear men
Pulled up in an old school, a fifty in the rear end, big dawg
Takin’ chances, gettin’ packs, and tryna get ’em back
I watched the law take my bro, I’m tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don’t have to get nobody whacked
Ain’t gettin’ into that, I try to tell ’em facts
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worst, ain’t have to rehearsed it
Made me who I am, I’m gettin’ bands, I’m breakin’ curses
Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets, f--- curtains
Excuse me, I go off, have fast pass in my verses, yeah
I’m tellin’ you
I done put my heart inside a box, tried to sell it to ’em
Beefin’ with my partners, do a n---- like I never knew him
F----- around and seen her with a n----, I would have never knew it
Always talkin’ ’bout what I’m gon’ do but I don’t ever do it, yeah
Beefin’ with myself
Keep on wanting syrup, knowin’ it don’t help
It’s like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you, but I’m knowin’ they don’t care
They in it for self, I got it for sale if it’s rollin’
I got out of jail and I showed ’em
Couple b------ know they wish they would’ve held it down
It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I gotta stay solid
I grew up ’round dope boys, I don’t need no stylist
I got grown man money, can’t be actin’ childish
I been through too much s---, barely even smile (Huh?)
Sippin’ on this bale I wish bro was with me now (Now)
It was time that we’ll go broke, we’ll pick a play and take ’em down
Kick me while I’m down, when I get up, I prolly s--- on you
I can’t even lie, I prolly see ’em I just spit on ’em
These pieces I got lint on me, this piece I got, gon’ hit on me
I ain’t ever did no fraud, but I’m known for pullin’ cards
I should buy me a new neighborhood, I’m known for goin’ hard
I’ve been bustin’ on that glizzy, Ever since I had got robbed
I done really beat the odds
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worst
Cook that s--- up Quay
What’s the chances that you make it from the bottom?
Let’s go
Gotta beat the odds, I’m tryna blend in (Blend)
Hit that boy so many times he made CNN (CNN)
Fear of God pants, I don’t fear men
Pulled up in an old school, a fifty in the rear end, big dawg
Takin’ chances, gettin’ packs, and tryna get ’em back
I watched the law take my bro, I’m tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don’t have to get nobody whacked
Ain’t gettin’ into that, I try to tell ’em facts
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worst, ain’t have to rehearsed it
Made me who I am, I’m gettin’ bands, I’m breakin’ curses
Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets, f--- curtains
Excuse me, I go off, have fast pass in my verses, yeah
I’m tellin’ you
I done put my heart inside a box, tried to sell it to ’em
Beefin’ with my partners, do a n---- like I never knew him
F----- around and seen her with a n----, I would have never knew it
Always talkin’ ’bout what I’m gon’ do but I don’t ever do it, yeah
Beefin’ with myself
Keep on wanting syrup, knowin’ it don’t help
It’s like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you, but I’m knowin’ they don’t care
They in it for self, I got it for sale if it’s rollin’
I got out of jail and I showed ’em
Couple b------ know they wish they would’ve held it down
It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I gotta stay solid
I grew up ’round dope boys, I don’t need no stylist
I got grown man money, can’t be actin’ childish
I been through too much s---, barely even smile (Huh?)
Sippin’ on this bale I wish bro was with me now (Now)
It was time that we’ll go broke, we’ll pick a play and take ’em down
Kick me while I’m down, when I get up, I prolly s--- on you
I can’t even lie, I prolly see ’em I just spit on ’em
These pieces I got lint on me, this piece I got, gon’ hit on me
I ain’t ever did no fraud, but I’m known for pullin’ cards
I should buy me a new neighborhood, I’m known for goin’ hard
I’ve been bustin’ on that glizzy, Ever since I had got robbed
I done really beat the odds
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin’ out the projects
What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worst
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