Rareform Lyrics by Lil Baby
I get high in Balenciaga, don’t know what day it is (What day it is)
Want me part of her personal problems, need me to pay the bills (Slatt)
Money coming I feel great (Great)
Run it up the top ten way (No cap)
That lil’ pussy ain’t nothing (Hey)
Hit a milli’, Pucci on this bitch (Hey)
Audemars, four-hundred on my wrist (Yeah)
Women don’t say no, I got this glitch
Stopping my distractions on some shit (Cool)
Saying low, I’m posting on my fin’
Five-percent tinted on the runner
Ole’ boy, I scratched him off the list
Grammy winner, sitting on the front row
Having rich sex in the condo
Fifty million cash, no fraud
Never been a hater, I applaud
We been in Japan putting on
I done had your main bitch going
Never tell ’em shit that I saw
I was taught to throw the cops off
Youngin popping, I’m an idol
Rapping like this I’m in rare form
Hit the trap and run it up (Yeah)
Junkies coming, cars pulling up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rappers got more fame, duh (Yeah)
Run it up a Nike book (I did)
Twenty bitches cop a cold (I do)
Ill nigga, catch a cold (Catch a chill)
Chin chilla, Teflon Don (Huh)
I built up a lot of homes
Run it up at light speed, yeah
Bae, you got what I need, yeah
Come on get on top of me, girl
Make me come and find you, yeah
(Make me find your ass)
Make me come and find you, yeah
(Find your ass)
Bitch, I ain’t never top [?], never
Droptop Ferraris through the ghetto
Need a cameraman every day
We gon’ make a movie
We ain’t even trying to, stupid
(Popping out on every tour in Gucci)
(Roll these [?] like you Boosie)
(Richest youngins tryna shake the syrup)
(From the corner, took you ’round the world)
Still silent when nobody watching
Run it up and shit, you gotta pop it
(I’ve been waiting, police on my body)
(They know that my lawyer is a problem)
I ain’t never say I was the toughest
What you play it’s gon’ be repercussions
(Run it up, I’m back inside my duffle)
(Tell them pussy niggas they in trouble)
I get high in Balenciaga, don’t know what day it is (What day it is)
Want me part of her personal problems, need me to pay the bills (Slatt)
Money coming I feel great (Great)
Run it up the top ten way (No cap)
That lil’ pussy ain’t nothing (Hey)
Hit a milli’, Pucci on this bitch (Hey)
