BABA

Wooh Turn the beat up a little bit A-M-A Red and B moment, hey, what the fuck going on (yo' ass) I got this drank in my hand, I might throw it on a bitch if she look at me funn' (she look at me funn', wooh) Bitches be talking that gangsta shit, say we ain't 'bout it, they know how we comin' (they know how we coming) Look, throw it If they play, we act up, heh One wrong move, get act up, heh Don't get close bitch, back up, heh Can't be broke, that bad luck, heh Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra Rock that baby to sleep, I told him it's nap time Bitches get wrong and they know that it's slap time Nigga play crazy, I keep me a strap nine Put that boy down, now he think he got baptized 'Cause he lay down in that water, they tried to play dumb but I told 'em I'm smarter Put one on they head, I been sold 'em a daughter, they want me to gas them but I'm not a charger Look, I don't play games on my name, not Nintendo Nobody safe give a fuck bout your kinfolk I did what you want, do you know what you in for? Like peep like again 'fore you meet the extendo Boy you can't go back then I'm a see 'bout that later, no back end I'm a talk 'bout you bad like a bad friend You ain't popping no more, you a has been Why the fuck do bitches keep talking when I don't like speaking to pill You green with envy but give me the blues, I guess I'm a call you a crayon I cut that nigga off, he ain't have no red flags, them bitches were neon They told me I got haters, I'm focused on money I swear I don't see none (but look) If they play, we act up, heh One wrong move, get act up, heh Don't get close bitch, back up, heh Can't be broke, that bad luck, heh Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra If they play, we act up, heh One wrong move, get act up, heh Don't get close bitch, back up, heh Can't be broke, that bad luck, heh Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra Make these bullets go up in the air for real It's time for choppers on Came from a different cloth, I been a gangster before the glock was born He sending threats, okay, put him on his neck, then watch his mama mourn I stop violence, we just jumped the man and went to cop the Jordans We be out steppin on Tuesday, put one on his head like a toupee Keep a bag full of paper, lil couple of lead, have it ride on my back like a school day These bitches ain't fucking with me, they out fucking for free But I'll fuck him for noth', 'fore I fuck for a fee They're too close to the trick but they want that lil' treat And I don't want that nigga, just want them to see Lil we'll be 'bout that action But they say that we not into cappin' If they think that it's sweet, then round of applause cause these bitches gon' get to clappin' We get the money, the niggas, the glory, the figures We winnin', don't care what they say Stepping on everybody face at the end of the day Everybody know not to play 'Cause if they play, we act up, heh One wrong move, get act up, heh Don't get close bitch, back up, heh Can't be broke, that bad luck, heh Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra (yo, doin') If they play, we act up, heh One wrong move, get act up, heh Don't get close bitch, back up, heh Can't be broke, that bad luck, heh Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra I got this drank in my hand, I might throw it on a bitch if she look at me funny (she look at me funn')