BeBe's Kids

Just messin' up somebody pillowcase, ain't she? Ugh Fuck your baby Hundred block shit (hey) Know we on that wax, boy (hey), ugh Just me and my nigs, spinnin' four deep in a Benz Got seeds in the biz, luckily for y'all, I don't beat my kids No need to call CPS, sleepyhead Bet you still pee in y'all bed, runnin' 'round being bad with your peezy wig It ain't a wet dream when your team get hit Glock 19 with the dick, nah, that's not a penis print in my Adidas sweats Three Gs for the DITA specs (woo) So I can see through the BS, all my diamonds is VVS (bling) Never sprung for a BBL, trailer load of hoes, your boy need a CDL On the DL, see you G-E-L, niggas weak as hell (jelly) Couldn't even get a decent piece of tail in a female jail (woo) Then bail in the V12 with no seatbelt (uh) Squeezin' these 16 shells, send 'em to 'em like email Slid in the money-green GL Keys for sale, fishscale underneath fingernails Sprinklin' dust on the L, they was thinkin' it's Tinkerbell Your name on the streets doesn't ring a bell like a Stringer Bell May weather with the Philly shell Niggas really fell, more Fs than a Fendi belt (woo) Two drums on the blicky, lookin' like Mickey Mouse Or the shit that knocked Ricky down Bring the 50 Cal anyhow for when it's sticky out Enemies thought that they figured me out Sig blew his memory out Little Rich span him around, turn the big energy down Shit gets slippery now, niggas should've bowed and sit down Indian-style (how, wow) Niggas not really diggin' your style Niggas is loud Shit is foul, run down Click, baow Marci Niggas not really diggin' your style Shit is foul, run down Click, baow