BABYFACE J Lyrics

Got some bitches that won't leave alone, blowing up my phone, I'll said I'll hit you back when I get home

Shit been kinda crazy on the road, so I still keep a chrome

I been getting to it on my own, it ain't a nigga owed

So much paper coming in, I'm tryna stack more than I spend

I put in work for all these ends, did so much dirt I need a cleanse

What the fuck is some lil bands when my mind focused on sum M's

And all the shit I did back then just made me smarter as a man

Trapping put me on my feet, remember nights I couldn't eat

Hit the field without no cleats, I ran a 100 yards in Sneaks'

I ain't worried 'bout no treesh cause we been having all the freaks

Just for tryna get some cheeks I seen you niggas go out sweet

All the killers going West but I been tryna stay out East

It's like I hate when I be home and then I miss it when I leave

So much niggas hit my phone but if it's drama I don't see it

Lil boys tryna diss the gang but when we catch 'em they don't mean it

That shit all cap! For the net

Last opp got stretched and they ain't did nothing for him yet

We done made a mess, I got a fully auto in this tech why would I need a vest?

We a kill all ya top dogs don't give a fuck about ya rep

You niggas Wilin, think I'm sytlin' ? When it come to my respect

If you want ya voice be heard you better talk up with your chest

I'm that nigga stand on business corny bitches don't impress

If them Label's talking figures 7 Digits nothing less

Niggas getting caught moving sloppy shit been getting wocky

All I knew was mask up until they came and got me

In the city moving tact but these niggas still be oppy

Catch me inside that all black truck when shit start getting rocky

I've been on some chill shit, but I still need a meal tick

What I don't I will get the hustlers gotta feel this

Even if the steel gripped, we smacking niggas Will Smith

They ain't on no kill shit, so I don't stress a lil bit

I ain't really tripping 'bout no niggas who been dissin' when we catch em we dismiss 'em on the gram talking 'bout they miss em

Most these niggas go to snitching hit the police and play victim

Bro gon hit em' with the smithin so just keep me out your mentions

I mind my business, I been tryna dodge a sentence

Left the hood but I'm still wit it, I got killers in attendance

Off the lean, a couple beans man I've Been mixing like a chemist

I don't need to go online to speak my mind man fuck a image

Got some bitches that won't leave alone, blowing up my phone, I'll said I'll hit you back when I get home

Shit been kinda crazy on the road, so I still keep a chrome

I been getting to it on my own, it ain't a nigga owed

So much paper coming in, I'm tryna stack more than I spend

I put in work for all these ends, did so much dirt I need a cleanse

What the fuck is some lil bands when my mind focused on sum M's

And all the shit I did back then just made me smarter as a man