Lil Baby - Never Hating (OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL) ft. Young Thug 

This beat should go down in the hall of fame

This really hit

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best one😊

nah you too quick 🔥🔥

Lil Baby - Never Hating (OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL) ft. Young Thug

Is it available to download

can you deconstruct this?

No violins?

[Lil Baby:] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend I put this shit on today, for no reason Got somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teeth Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up? I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up Brodie say he workin', but the bricks, them went down somethin' They handle the business, I do not go around them You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout? Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home Potholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgi's, take the rims off The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off Bro 'nem, in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out Don't bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho FN's, blackouts, Gen5's, Gen4's Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folk I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us [Young Thug:] Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects See somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop it Don't follow my page, I post racks every day For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options I took the private jet out to Nevada 4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta Trenches with me Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits Overprice us and we uppin', uppin' Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin' Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me [Lil Baby:] I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us

this aint even right lmao..official nothing

rip off