More songs by Babyfxce E
Description
Producer: 2side
Vocals: Babyfxce E
Masterer, Mixer: Kevin Spencer
Producer: Kilo
Writer: Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Writer: Keenan Williams
Writer: Christopher Murphy
Writer: Angela Jones
Writer: Giovanni Cortez
Writer: John Key Jr
Writer: Steve Lacy-Moya
Writer: Charles Simmons Jr
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, huh. She just called my phone so we can make love again.
Before I black out on this beat, hold on, let me sip my cup again.
If I up my Glock, I hit my shot before that buzzer in.
Half a line up in the pipe, I guess he got a little buzz and shit. Come on, everything I drive is quick.
Car drive automatic, but I got static, so I still ride the stick.
Got off on a nigga, I ain't take his money, but I still robbed his bitch.
You would think we beefing with Mike and them 'cause we just dropped a six.
Hop out the whip, park that bitch middle of the street like I just had to piss. And I got a roll of paper on me like I just had to shit.
Give it thirty-five to forty-five minutes, just like that nigga Stanley. .
45 weighing down my pocket, might be a little easier just to pants.
And we don't fuck with them five sevens, them bitches don't do no damage.
The boys can put me in the classroom, I still won't give no answers. Bitch, huh, I'm gonna get straight D's and
F's. Pull up to my crib right now, bro, you gonna see straight V's and K's.
This shit in my bed right now, bro, you gonna see straight weave and racks.
Nigga, I'm just gonna hit your top, so please don't waste no cheese on vests.
If I tap your head, it's 'cause it's windy, I'ma hit your neck.
She on her knees, but I'm the one still getting blessed.
Make him put up that standard clip soon as I hop out with that TEC. They know I'm next, they can see that shit like I'm playing REC.
I just play it cool, this shit take a minute like we playing chess.
Yeah, huh, damn, I really made a killing. Punchlines really made a living.
Potions sipping, face a chemist.
If you ain't trying to get no money, then sorry, gang, can't take you with me. She said she don't fuck with me like that shit really made a difference.
Bitch, huh, I ain't tripping, I ain't pressed. What that cost? I ain't check.
Passing niggas and I ain't sweat, huh. They like, "Is he a rookie? He a vet. "
They don't know, face a threat.
While you chasing bitches, I'm chasing checks, you know? I swear my black queen passing vets.
Don't buy no green, that's just some risk. I cut her off, she ain't passing tests, huh. I keep dookie on me like
Johnny Test. I got six figures on my neck.
I just talk shit, I'm off the Cris', you hear? When I first started off, it was kinda rocky.
This in my pocket, a man with troll, it's kinda sloppy.
You fake tough niggas act just like hoes, y'all need to stop it. And you niggas hoes be getting fucked, but I'ma let y'all pop it.
Huh, shit, he ain't even hip.
Trying to pull the blues up out my pocket, Ben Frank just did a split. SK got a knife, bro don't get shanked up by a stick.
Fighting for my life, low-key getting spanked up by some Trish.
Throwing racks up in the strip, bring the rake up in our six, this shit a movie.
Y'all hanging around the rats, y'all just like Goofy. She like when I hug her from the back and grab that coochie.
I got green, so I can get you wrapped, who all want sushi? Come place your order.
I'm still moved down to the A, bro, fuck that case in Georgia.
He trying to dick ride his way in, bro, I know fake supporters. Bro, my cup so fucking dirty,
I think my drank a hoarder. What's gonna stop it? I'ma keep going.
What's gonna stop it? I'ma keep pouring.
Go inside my closet, the plainest jacket I got is probably Rick Owens.
If me and Mark tell you that a bitch going, I promise the gang, she going.
When I was on the M, it was twenty-four hours, bitch, no closing, you know?