Who your favorite rapper? (Oh yeah)
Who your favorite rapper?
Babyfxce E
Is he for real? (Hm?), Is he for real? Hm? (Yeah)
Uncover your mouth, I can't hear you
Who your favorite rapper?
Uh, Babyfxce E (Striker Boys, M Block shit
Walkdown Gang, all that shit, nigga, huh)
Before you say that she the one
Remember at one point, she was goin'
Now we got money to buy our cars
At one point, they was stolen
Now my niggas can ball for life
Off just off what I showed 'em
Gotta have a trigger finger no more
Bro you just gotta hold it
Left my heart up on the stage
Nigga, I done lost my fuckin' voice
If you ain't got no bag, you can't be mad
Nigga, that was your fuckin' choice
Where I come from, nigga
It's hard for a nigga just to make some Noise
Slime me out, I'm on your ass like
"Damn, I thought me and Fxce was boys"
All my niggas like to play with buttons
And hell naw, bro, these ain't no toys
Keep that front door closed 'cause all that
In-and-out shit gon' make me 'noid
Bro just poured a four in a twelve-ounce
Pop I think he tryna meet Floyd
They show me love
I give a freak ho my socks
Every time I go on tour
Huh, I don't want your love if it's fake
In the slums with the Drac'
In my hood, I'm a great
I gave niggas some
When I only had a lil' on my plate
In the hood with no plate
Smokin' a 'Wood on a chase
Tryna do some shit to Fxce
Don't think you should it's not safe
And I keep on havin' the problem of treatin'
My huzz like my main
Quit tryna record everything that happen in
The club that shit lame
I'm just wanted without that bitch
But with my gun I'm like eight
With the chop I'm fifteen
She said "Why you bein' mean?"
Told her when you wake up off the lean
Sometimes that's how it be
I got turnt-up music and late-night shit
When you drivin' down the street
Man my voice messed up
Ain't stoppin' shit
Bro I'm still tryna pull up beats
I made it out
What the fuck I look like
Still tryna put on cleats?
But still'll hop up in that field
If a nigga ever give me a reason
When I get to the crib just take my soul
Man lil' baby a demon
I still be puttin' on the same old clothes
I don't care if they already seen it
Nigga
Huh
I don't care if they already seen it Nigga
Same old clothes
I don't care if they already— yeah
(I don't give a fuck, nigga)
This 'fit cost me five thousand
I can wear this bitch every day if I want to
(Had to switch this bitch up real quick)
Alright huh
I'll wear this shit for two days (Huh)
Hard decision
I can fuck two bitches or make two plays
But y'all know I'm goin' to that pap'
They make me feel home when I'm in Cali They love me in the Bay
I got the brrt, Fredo got the K
Turn the music up
Them cherry tops behind us
I think they tryna chase
Smokin' 'za bro I forgot the name
Already thinkin' next bar
Because man I got a lot to say
That's why I had to add another beat
Up at the end
Won't catch me lackin' parkin' the 'Cat, Because I back it in
Can make two bitches PTP
Snap 'em with my hands
If I'm shootin' and bro shooting
You ain't gon' stand a chance
No cap, bro it's chalk literally
She want everything in the store
Bae you killin' me
I got like twenty different flows
I ain't stealin' shit
Left wrist white snow it look like a brick
They thought my hand was in my pocket
It look like a fist
That's just crumbled-up money
That I forgot to fix
Bro set a pick
We fucked them niggas up 'Cause they Forgot to switch
She wanna do my dreads then after that She tryna loc and twist
Bitch yeah
M Block Strike all that
What the fuck goin' on
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