Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Baby Bro’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro (want my bro)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe (want my woe)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho (want my ho)
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke
Now they want my bag, they want my dope
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke (now they want my bag)
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro (they ain’t wanted me, they want my)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe (want my woe)
Never wanted me, they want my ho (want my ho)
Never wanted me when I was broke (never wanted, yeah)
Then I hop out a brand new drop
Pull up to the function and your bitch is on my jock
I don’t bop, I just lean like I’m Joc
Diddy Bop, wait I mean Milly Rock
How the f*ck you flex, you flying coach?
Used to be a player, now I’m coach
Balenciaga jeans, you in Coach
Diamonds mad at me, yeah, they choke (yeah)
They didn’t want me, they want my neck (they want my neck)
I be pouring Act you pouring Tech
Engine in the back, what is next?
This is not an act, it’s a flex
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro (want my bro)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe (want my woe)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho (want my ho)
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke
Now they want my bag, they want my dope
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke (now they want my bag)
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro (they ain’t wanted me, they want my)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe (want my woe)
Never wanted me, they want my ho (want my ho)
Never wanted me when I was broke (never wanted, yeah)
Peep hole, shoot it like a free throw
Cee-Lo, like my hundreds neat though
Peephole, .40 while I sleep, ho (swish)
Sippin’ lean, take the private jet to Heathrow
They didn’t want the boy, that playin’ hopscotch (hopscotch)
Now they want the boy in Saint Laurent, yeah (Saint Laurent)
Switching up on friends like, “What you want?”, yeah (what you want?)
I remember bagging dope to make a comma (woo)
Saucin’, watch a hater intervene (intervene)
They wasn’t there when I was hustlin’ with my team (yeah)
So now the Bentley be a coupe, no limousine (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Chanel all on my bitch, no rockin’ the McQueen (nah)
Hold up, wait a minute, outta time
Pressure brought the diamonds, they go blind (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up in the Bentley with my slime (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
They tryna f*ck the squad so they could climb (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glam Boy in the picture like a pageant (yeah)
Used to be a savage, do the damage (do the damage)
Shooter brought the sticks like this shit camping (they be camping)
Catch-catch me out in public that’s not happening (nah)
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro (want my bro)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe (want my woe)
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho (want my ho)
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke