ILL BAYBE Lyrics

Fuck out my face bitch before I put you in the spot

Baby don't come up to me talking like you own the block

Yeah I fucked up, feel the pain in my mental

Oh fuck

Talking shit behind my back fuck boi you better duck

Fake flexing ass boy talking like you got them bands

Bitch I don't flex bills you can see it on ma brands

Early morning trapping baby girl I do my dance

Glock in my hands still ride with another in my pants

Knock knock who's there shit I think it might be the feds

Making my money please don't turn it a trend

Fuck a friend acting like a fiend show him to his ends

Catch you slipping boi I'll shot you on your bed

Ride with me stay with me isn't that what you said

Don't come with me ghost baby either way you dead

Two hunnid on the dash thinking I'm a threat

I been trapping since the first day we met

Making money I dont give a fuck on what you say

Glock came with a hunnid drum that's a pretty nice set

I got two twin glocks boi better stay upset

I never talk shit back my guns gonna play

Bitch If I die i die you ain't even gotta stay

I ain't never leaving my ground I'm gonna spray

I'm ILL BAYBE

I'm ILL BAYBE

I'm ILL BAYBE

I'm ILL BAYBE

If I die I die

I'm ILL BAYBE

If I die I die