Craig & Day Day ft. Ph0tom Zilla Lyrics

I got a restraining order on her, fat ass too

Wait, wait, you got a restraining order on a little girl named Baby D

You don't know Baby D

You don't know, that's why you looking at me because you don't know Baby D

Her fat ass be snoring and don't even be asleep, just standing there

Grrr, grrrr, grrrrr

Fat little cupcakes and shit

This fat bitch know about all the new snacks before they even hit the street

Shit

Shit

Damn

When we drop in on that nigga slide to the low

If it ain't really bout that bread, what we coming for?

Throw his body in a ocean, have him swimming like a durag

Say you ain't scared to die, me and my niggas make sure of that

Pull up on your block, with a glock, with extensions on it

I'ma make it hot, leave your spot, no redemption on it

Money blues coming so fast niggas call me sonic

Nigga acting stupid, nigga retarted, nigga on that chronic

Fuck that shit, fuck you bitch, run up on us we bussin' quick

When we kill your dumbass, in your funeral your mama gon' be sick

Faggot ass nigga, P. Diddy playin' with lipstick

Wondering why your bitch keep leavin' you, she really want this dick

Aye

Joint bitch

I'ma knock a nigga out, like I'm motherfucking Deebo

When I spot a opp in the dark, I'ma make sure he can't see though

Quick to knock some fucking brains out a motherfucking snitch

Niggas can't fuck with zilla and the motherfucking joint, bitch

Dissing on your dead homie, nigga, get your lick back

Quick to slap a nigga, no pimp named slickback

I'm balling like MJ, got Yeezys, like Kanye

My bitch look like Kim K

Chop a nigga up like a sensei

Me and zilla in this bitch, like we fucking Craig and Day Day

Love my choppa and she love me like, I'm fucking Tay-K

When we catch a opp, we gon' motherfucking bounce out

Somebody pick they mans up, cause he got

Knock the fuck out