BABA YAGA Lyrics

I like to ride in the dark, under the stars A little light of mine can spot you from Mars

I'm astro, not from this planet If they want new flows, I'm bringing in palace

To fill up your cabinets You will need infinite kitchen, I can't submit

like it's written I'm different, more deliberate like I'm on

A mission to bring down your system Now who, wanna run it with red, full steam ahead now it seems you are dead

Cause you can't run with the red one Now who, tryna gun it with red, missing your

Target now I'm on your head Cause you can't gun like the red one

Pop in on the scene like a nine, got it in my jeans

And I only need one shot, call me saline Cause I'm about to hydrate your mind

I'm pretty keen when it comes to your lies You're just crap, getting your crew to surround

You like flies Hoping they eat at the stench of your excrement

Rhymes I'll switch it cause I cannot stomach your

Mumbling pie, a hole, is all that you have in your eyes

What a surprise, you hit it with size, I hit it with size

She said, wow you're getting big, you will surpass their demise

Let's get down to the brass tacks, got fully loaded mags in my notepad

Better hold my scope, don't cross paths with your cap

Cause I'll take no lies while I blast the new era of rap

Now who, wanna run it with red, full steam ahead Now it seems you are dead

Cause you can't run with the red one Now who, tryna gun it with red, missing your

Target now I'm on your head Cause you can't gun like the red one

I'm on a new decibel def people hearing The wave from my telephone ring in

Your ear is a syllable palindrome Pounding louder until you're shaking a chromosome

Talk about breaking it down, oh wow they tweaking

Hoping my pack will last them a weekend Good news, my dope got you pulling at your

Teeth 5-0 pulled me over like why do the speaker

Be reeking Maybe cause he works four seasons

Now tell me the reason your ho tell me she wanna be my chamber of secrets

Too many snakes in the garden this evening, might be appealing

Won't let her lead me to Eden, let alone give her my semen

Call me a heathen but she needs some healing She tired of dealing, Victoria's secret for

feeling Now who, wanna run away red, full steam ahead

Now it seems you are dead Cause you can't run with the red one

Tryna gun it with red, missing your target now I'm on your head

Cause you can't gun like the red one I'm my biggest fan, I got myself about the jam

God was the only helping hand Now they departure when I land

Cause they can't stand me as I am a true disciple To the plan that rivals idols

To be more than a recital Welcome to the revival

Like Em on survival I'm the fittest role for the title

A heavyweight southpaw Rolling for miles

Got his friends in denial, scoffing when he say

He'll paddle in the same river as Jordan But they're the first to dial him

When he's getting his awards in Now who, wanna run it with red, full steam ahead

Now it seems you are dead Cause you can't run with the red wan

Tryna gun it with red, missing your target now I'm on your head

Cause you can't gun like the red wan Screwing the law without a plan B

Now I gotta raise the bar I should've gone with a handy instead

I get pansies that can't lift a bar overhead Like that bar just went so rewind it and listen again

Don't get it twisted, red got the bop With hips that can hop him to the top

Of you're lopsided game of monopoly I'm bored So I put the gas on the floor

For every time I was ignored I got the flame, thanks for the torch

You keep the fame, I'll hang with the lord I do not bang, I leave that to whores

God at the rain, I tour the storm You can't afford this lyrical drip

Cause you're already drowning in caprio ship In your debt sea, crying about lost gems

Forget it