In "Top Uh It," Lil Baby shrugs off hypocrisy and envy while counting what loyalty costs. He contrasts his own willingness to take charges and stand firm against those who fold, framing wealth as endurance rather than flash. The image of putting food on the table and fixing the plate turns provision into intimate proof of care, even as paranoia and legal pressure hum underneath. Nine figures later, he still refuses to soften, carrying the block, the risk, and the people who held him down.
Top Uh It Lyrics by Lil Baby
Okay, okay, lil’ nigga
Ayy, okay, lil’ nigga, lil’ nigga, yeah
Okay, let me talk my shit one time
How you mad at me for doin’ the same shit, you hypocritical bitch?
Caught with weed and guns, ain’t get no bond, the judge had made me sick
I took mine to the chin, nigga, you a sucker, you ain’t even take your lick
Bro them already know, wherever they see them boys, just take they shit
I’m the one she get revenge with, I’m Mr. Take Your Bitch
I’m 99 overall, lil’ nigga, I hardly ever miss
Heard you goin’ broke tryin’ to stay lit, you can’t keep up with me
I’ll be rich ’til 2099, you better tuck your cheese
I never said, “Fuck the streets,” one foot out and one foot deep
Stand on this shit ’til I’m in the ground, I know who down for me
My young crew ain’t make it to finish school, they sold the pounds with me
None of them bitches ain’t worth a nut, I hate I ever squeezed ’em
I’m from that side of town where they play it crazy and [try to lay ?][0:52]
Boys in the hood, it’s time to slide, them niggas turn to Tre (Dough, hear me out)
Not only did I put food on the table, I even fixed the plate
I’ll go get a job cuttin’ down trees ‘fore I run out of pape’
I get pounds to doorstep in this state, it only take a day
Set up come from middle of the mall, these niggas jewelry fake
All black cars are locked, I’m in a mob, I’m steamin’ free G
Ain’t a war, pop off, I’m doin’ a roll call, make sure the bro is great
This bitch want me to keep it real, but everythin’ about her fake
$500,000 to the lawyer, I’m tryin’ to beat the case
We them boys who run around sky, yeah, me with them Georgia plates
I used to break pounds down for boys, let me keep the shape
Lil’ nigga, big fold niggas, they help me hold my weight
Nine figures later, I’m still thuggin’, I can’t go for nothin’
I been at the pace since goin’ to Fox Creek in the Wii for nothin’
I come from that spot where you hear shots, you need to dive up (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
I come down that Boulevard and new Ferraris, me and Daniel
Me and him down, niggas up, he keep his gun in handle
I got way more hoes than I got clothes, so I don’t care what she do
Turn your mama house into a trap spot, I got love for little Q
Every day the rent do, nigga, and I got a pen, I’m goin’ hard
Roll out the bankroll, I feel funny when I gotta swipe my card
I’m really that boy, I got more cards than these lil’ niggas got drawers
I was out the way, back on that bullshit, these niggas done pissed me off
Belgium, all the walls, tell shit apart, I really run with tar
I ain’t got no R, these niggas post it all, I’m beefin’ with the police
Richard Millies, Paris, Cartier, I only wear my APs
I’m on street records, how the fuck you niggas try to pay me?
I don’t gotta buy no chains, buy apartments, put them in my kid’s name
