Baked Fr Lyrics

Uh-hmm

Come on

What you trippin' for, you tried to trap me and bitch, you failed

My brother said the pack in, he brought that shit right through the mail

And we still struggle, tryna make some money out here still

I can tell that you a fake because you out here movin' weird

I put some tens right on the top, I need a bake, or get a meal

You niggas fried, y'all ain't never been out here, I'm for real

Memories stuck in my head when we ain't have a dollar bill

They ain't talkin' if we ain't talkin' bout money, that's a kill

Just cause I work a nine-to-five, don't mean I'm broke, bitch, be for real

They shoot that bitch a hundred times and they just miss

Cause they ain't got no aim, that's the truth and that's just what it is

And if it's not, how the fuck y'all out here killin' kids

I keep it on my waist side, that's just how I live

Lil' kids out here up in the streets and I don't know how to feel

Thank God my brother playin' ball cause it ain't safe here

Thank God I don't got ah window shop and I don't got ah steal

You think they hatin' on you now and they finna hate for real

I really built my own bag, I had to stack for real

Waiter told me no need for the cash, I'm bout to send a bill

Fell asleep, drivin' on that road, I almost lost the wheel

What you trippin' for? You tried to trap me and bitch, you failed

My brother said the pack in, he brought that shit right through the mail

And we still struggle, tryna make some money out here still

I can tell that you a fake because you out here movin' weird

I put some tens right on the top, I need a bake, or get a meal

You niggas fried, y'all ain't never been out here, I'm for real

Memories stuck in my head when we ain't have a dollar bill

They ain't talkin, if we ain't talkin' bout money, that's a kill