BAY BABY Lyrics

My lil baby in the Bay

Trying to get me out the streets

Fuck I'm supposed to do

Been on it since a teen

Decade and a half

Got a nigga on E

Niggas owe

Bitches owe

Can't let them hoe me

When I'm gone

Know they gone

When I'm gone

Know they blame it on me

Say you want

Me to stay at home

And play house

But I really don't see it

Exotic strands

Been bringing bands

And buying bags

It's more than you see

If you put me through the blender

Then you probably going to leave

I can't give you my heart

You know that shit on my sleeve

Shit get tight

Still want me to spoil your exotic ass

Probably put a Prada fast

You don't like the sound of that

Percocet in my bloodstream

This is not a tab

Habits from the trap

Will I relapse

Trying to count it fast

What I'm supposed to do

When I need help and you not around

It was all yeah yea, yeah

Now my side of town

Don't even get to see your face no more

It was supposed to be forever

But it aint no more

Why

Why

Why you lie

Telling me things

Like

How you going to slide on the weekend

Why you being weird to me

Baby used to bring all of your tears to me

Beat up the pussy up

Breaking down fears with me

Now I'm starting to regret

How I let you near to me

Put it on the grid

Let you know how I feel

Gave all I can

What you trying to give to me?

Pain trauma drama?

How about a title?

That's my woman

Better yet Wifey

No she aint my babymama.

That's what it's supposed to be

I'm just trying to get closer

Trying to keep you close to me

Want me out the streets

But who going to move this dope for me

Is it you?

You going crunch when it's getting close for me?

I just got a load

And it look like Ovaltine.

I can't even hit the road.

I been going 0 for 3

Yea it might be in my head

But I think they notice me

Who I'm kidding

Them niggas know it's me

My lil baby in the Bay

Trying to get me out the streets

Fuck I'm supposed to do

Been on it since a teen

Decade and a half

Got a nigga on E

Niggas owe

Bitches owe

Can't let them hoe me

When I'm gone

Know they gone

When I'm gone

Know they blame it on me

Say you want

Me to stay at home

And play house

But I really don't see it

Exotic strands

Been bringing bands

And buying bags

It's more than you see

If you put me through the blender

Then you probably going to leave

I can't give you my heart

You know that shit on my sleeve

Shit get tight

Still want me to spoil your exotic ass

Probably put a Prada fast

You don't like the sound of that

Percocet in my bloodstream

This is not a tab

Habits from the trap

Will I relapse

Trying to count it fast

Trying to count it fast

Baby know I'm trying to count it fast

Trying to count it fast

What I do when I'm down to my last?

It was supposed to be forever

But it aint no more

Why

Why you lie

Telling me things