Superman - Lil Baby & Young Thug: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lil Baby & Young Thug

Superman

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Superman was released on December 3, 2025 by Quality Control Music/Motown Records as a part of the album The Leaks

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Baby

Rap

Young Thug

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dominique' Jones

Dominique' Jones

Songwriter

Jeffery Williams

Jeffery Williams

Songwriter

Quandarius Jordan

Quandarius Jordan

Songwriter

Teriyakie Nicodean Smith

Teriyakie Nicodean Smith

Songwriter

Cory Way

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Pooh

Producer

Thomas “Tillie” Mann

Mixing Engineer

Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow

Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry

Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Anthony Tran

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Rolls-Royce truck Cullinan, from out the gutter with it

Three Cadillacs trailin' me, feel like the government

I'm really out here settin' laws, Wham for president

I'm always on my son's ass, don't be no tattletale

Boxes comin' back and forth, we had hella mail

I don't want no shortcuts, I'm takin' every step

These **** must've forgot I'm like that, we can take it there

I pulled up on 'em fifty deep like a football team

I don't need them all in my business, mind your business, please

I got a supermax contract like I'm in a league

Sittin' on the floor, she's in the crowd, she can't sit next to me

BM told me, "Turn it up, these **** think they fuckin' with ya"

Facetimin' with D, he servin' life, that shit be fuckin' with me

Brodie say he ain't turnin' himself in, they gotta come and get him

Trap rollin' so hard that I can't leave, you gotta come and get him

Five hundred dollars on a tee, it's Bottega Veneta

I'm on **** ass like back pockets, I'm never gon' let up

She wanna go public with our love, I'm never gon' let her

She was fuckin' off on me with scrubs, I'll never forgive her

I know how to get you what you like, I personally pick 'em

Once you think I let 'em get away, be the worst of my victim

I ain't had this feeling in a while, it's a Perc' in my system

I ain't playin' with nobody child, I ain't no sex offender

Can't too many say I caught a bar, but I'm a heavy lender

I ain't seen my baby in a while, you know that I miss you

I ain't fuck that lady in a while, she really got issues

I ain't takin' shit out for a foul, I'm gettin' my shots

Forty-five million, one play, I'm gettin' paid like a boss

Hundred dollar for a three-five, I'm still servin' the block

Can't believe these **** ate the cheese

Cannot put cameras all on me, bro, that shit ain't G

I don't show no favoritism, going through that shit with peace

I done told her, "Go on ahead and leave," but she stay with me

Tractor trailer full of exotic weed, fuckin' up the street

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Uh, I don't serve kids, but I own the streets

Twenty 'Lac trucks, but ain't no drivers 'cause we own the V's

In the cell, facin' a life sentence, I couldn't even breathe

In court every day, I didn't even know how I could fuckin' cheese

Young ****, growin' up, I wanted to be just like Will

Tain told me he was in the Feds and he had cut the deal

My old lady told me, "Boy, you know you the king of the hill"

Told me like a gangster, if I tell, she was out of here

Told her I can't even go outside 'cause we can't have a weapon

Long as you wake up with me every day, baby, it's a blessin'

Full court pressure, every city, ****, I'm a reverend

Big and Kintae had gave a **** his first pound of reggie

First **** played with my brother, you know I had did him

I ain't playin' with nobody's child, I ain't no babysitter

Last time I talked to you, **** got stepped on for stealin'

Next time I heard about you, Brian said that you was tellin'

Cryin' tears, prayin' for lil' brother 'cause he the one steppin'

My lil' brother tricked me for some years, ain't know he was tellin'

Hundred million dollar ****, baby, I been in the Louvre

I still shed tears every day 'bout my big homie Troup

**** had scared you off and I said, "We run from who?"

The judge felt bad for me, told me that I can't fuck with you

You can't get no money with us, ****, you out the loop

He can laugh it up till they killin' 'em

I paid a hundred bands for Pluto Chinchilla

This Glock 40 is a brat and she'll kill you, ****

Written by: Cory Way, Dominique' Jones, Jeffery Williams, Quandarius Jordan, Teriyakie Nicodean Smith

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