BABA

Woo Turn the beat up a little bit Yeah, man 'Retta in big mode, man They know what the fuck goin' on, throw it Woo I got this drank in my hand I might throw it on a bitch if she look at me funny Woo, yeah, they know that Bitches be talking that gangsta shit say we ain't 'bout it Tuh, they know how we coming Woo Look, throw it If they play we act up One wrong move get act up Don't get close, bitch, back up Can't be broke, that bad luck Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, then bye-bye Make these bullets go fah-fah Rock that baby, ga-ga Rock that baby to sleep, I told him it's nap time Bitches get wrong and they know that it's slap time Niggas play crazy, I keep me a strap .9 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 his 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 Is this what you want? Do you know what you in for? Like please think again 'fore you meet my extendo And you can't go back then I'ma see 'bout that later, no back end I'm a talk 'bout you bad like a bad friend You ain't poppin' no more you a has been Why the fuck do bitches keep talking when I don't like speaking to peons You green with envy but give me the blues, I guess I'm a call you a crayon I cut that nigga right 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 One wrong move get act up Don't get close, bitch, back up Can't be broke, that bad luck Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, then bye-bye Make these bullets go fah-fah Rock that baby, ga-ga Look, throw it If they play we act up One wrong move get act up Don't get close, bitch, back up Can't be broke, that bad luck Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, then bye-bye Make these bullets go fah-fah Rock that baby, ga-ga Make these bullets go up in the air for real It's time for a choppa storm Cut from a different cloth, I been a gangster Before the glock was born He sending threats Okay put him on his neck and watch his mama mourn I stop violence, we just jumped the man and went to cop the Jordans We be out steppin on Tuesday (woo) put one on his head like a toupee (grrah) Keep a bag full of paper, a couple of lead Have it right 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 Neph, I fuck for a fee They're too close to the trick but they want they lil' treat And I don't want that nigga, just want that lil' seat Look, we been 'bout that action If they say that we not then they 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 Steppin' on everybody face at the end of the day Everybody know not to play 'Cause if they play we act up One wrong move get act up Don't get close, bitch, back up Can't be broke, that bad luck Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, then bye-bye Make these bullets go fah-fah Rock that baby, ga-ga Look, throw it If they play we act up One wrong move get act up Don't get close, bitch, back up Can't be broke, that bad luck Put shit on you, ba-ba One wrong move, then bye-bye Make these bullets go fah-fah Rock that baby, ga-ga I got this drank in my hand, might throw it at a bitch if she look at me funny