Baby Lyrics

I'm about a bag, I'm state to state, I chase pape

I'm on the road trying to get it like each and every fucking day

I get cake, you see this BH on my arm it hold weight

(Cmon Cmon) these niggas bums, these niggas lame, these fake

Like where the fuck 'yo bitches at, I'm starting to thing these niggas gay

Told BabyApe I got the bows, it's times to face

This shit was starting to get confusing, I had to wake my hustle up

That's off the strength they know my name, I had to get my muscle up

In every state I got my pole incase you think you robbing something

Shoutout my slime, u my nigga throw elevens up

Shoutout my shark, we in the T with blicks tucked

I'm on the road in Milwaukee, I'm chasing green I'm 'bout a buck

(Aye) Bandhunta we kicking flavor

Why the fuck you always talking about them bows ain't getting paper

(Aye) Roadmoney we stay fly, and if these niggas cross the line we putting niggas in the sky

But I am a top tier trophy, Im 4oeracks, it's no disguise

Im too conceited, too cocky, I pop mine

(Cmon Cmon) your bitch be on me, she say you don't spend a dime

These niggas eating Little Caesar's, I'm out here eating steak and prime

You good at rapping on them songs, you never skittered up

I popped my glocky out the stash and hit my diddy bop

I'm acting up, Glock twenty-three it hold like fifty shots

Pray for the day I'm in the beach and catch a lunchbox

(Cmon Cmon) free sixkay we been thuggin' since the sandbox

Free double-h he been stripping niggas out they socks

Been boogied down with semi-autos, throw the switch on the Glock

I'll go to war with anybody pass my fucking chop

Double cup, a little ice, I need my fucking wok

My momma know my mind fucked, I dumped my whole Glock

It's either get sticky or get sticked up

My niggas coming masked up, they quick to jump up out the truck

That's no cap, you high that cut and then you getting flamed up

Go send this song to Ashanti, I'm trying to fuck

And why you lying on your dick about the bitches you ain't fuck

Y'all tote Glocks with no aim, you niggas suck

I'm about a bag, I'm state to state, I chase pape

I'm on the road trying to get it like each and every fucking day

I get cake, you see this BH on my arm it hold weight

(Cmon Cmon) these niggas bums, these niggas lame, these fake

Like where the fuck 'yo bitches at, I'm starting to thing these niggas gay

Told BabyApe I got the bows, it's times to face

This shit was starting to get confusing, I had to wake my hustle up

That's off the strength they know my name, I had to get my muscle up