BABA

Yeah hEAL Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah (Ha ha) Yeah, yeah Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane? Tryna run up on me nigga you insane "Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?" Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain! Brain, brain, eat your brains nigga I might shoot your cousin Get to bustin' with the same trigger Uh, I'm a motherfuckin' grave digger Kicking and screamin' I'm deciding where you lay nigga Uh, I'm a piece of shit Twitter finger run it nigga you Gon' get your nieces hit, ra ra Bitch II always got da fa-fa yuh, yuh Nigga sweating when he see the na, na baba I been hitting since a midget Leave a nigga spinning 3 Holes make him fidget Rigid, not hard like you soft niggas saying Why you playing wit me nigga, you not legit Digit Boy with that big MAC Whiplash blow your whole shit back Big 30 on me pussy (zig zag) Blast from the m8 Matte black, get 'em straight That's the shit that happens when you Eatin' off my damn plate Better cancel on your bitch In on your fuckin' plans Hollow tips flyin' through yo Body like a hologram Don't you kid me, fuckin' lil bitch Fuck about yo mans P-P-P-P-Put this molly on yo tummy And lemme see you dance quicker then clock Pull out the metal and shoot at the opps What did it take, it took a lot Spoke to the devil, he came here to rot Check out the store, turn on the block Because we not taking some shit for the rock What did it take, it took a lot What did it take, it took a- yuh Tryna' run up on me pussy in my lane Tryna' run up on me pussy you in-sane Tryna' run up on your gang, hit that stain Tryna' run up on me pussy, eat your brain Tryna' run up on me pussy in my lane Tryna' run up on me pussy you in-sane Tryna' run up on your gang, hit that stain Tryna' run up on me pussy, eat your brain I might go drop the Fucking pistol so official If it's fiscal you can run up on me now Meet my fun little trigga, if I dismiss you Here a tissue for that runny funny frown You a clown, you ain't down Tryin wit it for shivers your face Is spinnin sum lima so He ain't ever have to run Jus fucking count em up, face is pounding Final batch faced off for Days finna rage quit, wait Tell the a's and the basic Everybody pray for who basic Ain't it a waste Every day I hear the same shit Leavin his face on the pavement, WASTED Tryna run up on me man You better do some dirty shit I leave their mothers blood Scattered in the streets Tryna run up on me climba You might have to put me down for no reason You don't even needa speak Tryna run up on me dude, I can't wait Tryna run up on me foolish, you in pain Tryna run up on me faggot, hitcho head 40's on me madam meetcho fate Bitch ass nigga I could put yo' head back like whiplash Trigga, where the fuck are you nigga at? You clutching a bigger gat? You sucking a nigga sack for A feature to bring you Back from the dead cuz yo shit is wack Keep your friends close Keep your enemies closer I wonder if you other people know I do Why you fucking hella randoms low IQ Why you rolling every weekend Then complain that you depressed Why you actin like a pussy Nigga put on that dress Why you spending every waking Moment settling for less? Why you posting on the internet And caring 'bout a number Why you rapping like you wit it But you tweeting like a bummer Shut the fuck up nigga everyday is summer Bitch I woke up, ate a carrot and cucumber Most you niggas only eat High cuz it's "funner" Try eating sober see if you Een got an appetite Doin too much rapping, too much capping You a faggot type i be doing work And going stupid in the black of night Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane? Tryna run up on me nigga you insane "Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?" Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain! Brain, brain, I might eat yo' brains nigga I might get to buzzin Bitch it's baba to you nigga, I'm Indian