Baby Wyda Lyrics

Hittin the road with the biggest of loads I gotta make it back

Flip a few bows and kept all the pros yeah I'm takin that

And I'm fresher than a bitch I'm fresher than her dad

Keep that pressure on my hip this shit gone blow you back

Keep that pressure on my hip this shit gone fold you stat

And I got us if the shit go south I told you that

Green emeralds on a gold ring, slatt slatt slatt

And she mocha with a body drink her up like frappe

All that gangsta shit you talkin yeah we know it's bap

All that shit inside my songs your honor it's just rap

I'm gettin money and dubs, ooh

Show me don't tell me the love, ooh

I done seen em change

Waited but they never came, ooh

Drugs for the pain, ooh

And handled all the stain

Ooh

I can't tell you everything

Ooh

Just know what you know

Hoe do what ya told

Quit grabbin on my clothes

He was plottin on the fam

Quick go and wipe his nose

Iron on me iron man

Big wood, pinocchio

She say that she got a man

But she been wantin me on the low

I turn her up another level

I turn her on like power button

She turn around, nice butt

I'm bout to fuck her shit up

She drinkin spit and nut

She clean me up no towel

She bitin on me bitch what

I'm in her guts like guts

I'm rollin woods not dutch

Don't turn the key just push

Don't need a safety just buss it

It's fully auto no clutch

You plottin on me good luck

You better cook that shit up

Cause I ain't playin I'mma buss it

Before you pick ya shit up

I'm dabbin on'em with the bands

Aladdin with the magic lamp

I'm on my way because I can

I never ran from no man

Won't even pull up with the clan

I do you solo no Han

You leakin strawberry jam

When I put the toast on ya

She open up just like a clam

She flooded water like a dam

She knowin I know how to swim

So she let the ocean go

Told her I got hit the road

I'm carryin the biggest load

Just pray for me when I go

Cause I'm tryna make it home

Hittin the road with the biggest of loads I gotta make it back

Flip a few bows and kept all the pros yeah I'm takin that

And I'm fresher than a bitch I'm fresher than her dad

Keep that pressure on my hip this shit gone blow you back

Keep that pressure on my hip this shit gone fold you stat

And I got us if the shit go south I told you that

Green emeralds on a gold ring, slatt slatt slatt

And she mocha with a body drink her up like frappe