WOP BY BAKERS Lyrics

This is a Keto beat

Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Baking soda recipe, cocaine, methamphetamine

Traphouse what supported me, them junkies all report to me

I can tell a n***a cool, ten you get a half a key

I pour me more than a few lines, drink got me half asleep

And we keep pouring up, drink it got me zoning out

She said lemme call a few friends said we'd be hoeing out

Dirty, I need sanitation, might crush a lil' brick wop by the bakers

There's only one way to live, that's by the basic

Im a real street nigga no exaggeration

Baking soda, recipe, cocaine, methamphetamine

Traphouse what supported me, them junkies all report to me

I can tell a n***a cool, ten you get a half a key

I put me more than a few lines, drink got me half asleep

See babe, I'd love to spend some money, but you not a brick, bitch

You ain't nothing close to a boss if you ain't never got the kids rich

I tell lil mama, shake some ass, said baby, you gone get the vid lit

I told Z lets get this bag, but see my bro he just wanted to spin shit

I riding around with 2,000 grams, lil boy don't make me get the kill switch

She told me she don't even fuck when she told me she post on Leo list

We was tryna run off on the plug, it's only 50 bands

But if we just keep on re-ing up, we get a hundred stamps

Baking soda, recipe, cocaine, methamphetamine

Traphouse what supported me, them junkies all report to me

I can tell a n***a cool, ten you get a half a key

I pour me more than a few lines, drink got me half asleep

And we keep pourin' up

Drink got me zoning out

She said lemme call a few friends, said we be hoeing out

Eight hours in the car, make my eyes hurt

Stick to your lil' job lil boy, this slime work

He stole it from his brother, helped him look for it

Feens spread the word, say the cook comin'

2 juggs up on my line, one got placed on hold

You already know the streets a marathon

I ain't speakin' on nobody beef, I'm vibin' on the song

Only n***a in the corner suite, vibin' on his own

Bag came, a lot of shit changed

Just the other day, you said you never changed

Bag came, a lot of shit changed

Just the other day, you said you never changed

I'm a roadrunning monster, black on white stompers

Took you out to fuck you, I ain't come out for no lobster

She too clingy, block her, runner not a jogger

Took her out to eat, bitch, I ain't come out for no pasta

I turned to a dope man, bitch, I'm still a robber

This is white Cobain, baby, I'm rich off profits

Took a baby out the crib and then it got adopted

And I take a lady out the crib and turn a profit

And I got these keys up in this crib, bitch, I'm a locksmith

And I know some plugs up in this, bitch, look I'm a socket

No playground, we sliding