(Ohh, Hello! It's L-B)

It's LB

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me

That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP

I Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea

Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me

That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP

Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea

Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

If you wanna try, you gon' die for real

And that's on me and every sly guy for real

I'm the wave, and bitch, it's high tide for real

Yo' girl, she a trés, and mine a fine dime for real

Adding up—no subtraction

You **** distracted

I shoot my shot, I know it's accurate

And you know the flow is straight immaculate

My shit is pristine, while the shit you write is average

I been blastin' it

Bitch, I take the rock and shoot my shot—no, I ain't passing it

Bitch, you know I'm hot, and you is a bop, and I ain't gassing it

.40 with a Glock, it hit your top, with no attachments

That's just how it's happening

Bitch, I'm getting high, spitting shit up off dizzoam

I be doing big shit, you doing little

Pockets on some big shit, holding up Lizzo

Pull up to ya mama crib, yeah, she sent me the info

Poof—and then I'm there

**** talking shit to me, but I am not aware

We on a different level, so I know they can't compare

I'm just tryna tell these **** I don't really care

It's LB

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me

That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP

Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea

Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

Uhm, it's me—I don't need no introduction

She gon' let me fuck, and then with you, she get reluctant

It's LB, yeah, I got these bitches jumping

Isn't talking money, then there isn't a discussion

It's on me—and nobody else

I'm a do it by myself, say I don't need your help

Uhm, I be in my room, high as fuck, you could tell

An I'm tripping off a shroom, feel like I could melt, ****

On a track, I turn into a different person

Every line is good like I'm writing this shit in cursive

I'm a show y'all **** the difference between our verses

You spitting like a hobby, I spit like a **** working

I'm working—put the grind and the time in

For certain—I get high, ain't no lying

You hurting—off a vibe, just start vibing

I'm searching for my mind, I'm a find it

Uhm, It's LB

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me

That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP

I line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea

Got the world in my palm, I know that it's on me

And I swear to God, nobody could tell me

That I ain't gon' make it—just wait for the LP

Line the shot and take it, I'm playing for Chelsea