Babe Ruthless

[Intro: Lu]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Lu]

REID told me get 'em, so I got 'em

Did a ton of 'Gnac and now we shitfaced at the Opera

Hit the road like Wild Hogs, we Tim Allen and Travolta

Pocket rocket size of Polly Pocket poppin' at your posture

Don't talk about no feature, you can't afford no fuckin' feature, boy

All American Eagle make these bitches have a seizure, boy

Posted on the bleachers, heat concealed under the bеater

Come and meet the Rеaper, two-seater color of Derek Jeter, boy (Uh-huh, yeah)

Babe Ruthless, baby head so good, yeah, I thought she was toothless

They tried to put a ceiling on the kid, boy, you confused 'bout where the roof is

In LA I'm protected, you can come and meet the uces

I'm an aristocrat, I wanna paint it black

I wanna hit the bank, I wanna take it all, I wanna give it back

Mix the Ricky with the fitted cap, I wanna mix-and-match

Shawty sucked the soul up out my dick and I don't think she'll give it back

[Chorus: Lu & TERROR REID]

Yeah, from the Bay to the swamp

Bitch, ain't even matter where we is, y'all gettin' punked

Y'all look like Rick Roll, bitch, we feel like Rick Ross

The new double boss, droppin' 2C in alcohol

What's they first move when they see us at the door?

Man, I don't know, probably drop they panties on the floor (That's right)

That's what it is, boy, that's how we do it (What's goin' on? Ayy)

It's Lu and REID, fluent in this game, thought you knew it

[Verse 2: TERROR REID]

What's goin' on? I think they fuckin' with our song, mane

You know the name, and ain't a damn thing changed

Still critically-acclaimed, still clinically insane

Lu fuckin' up your frame, TERROR always bring the pain

I bring it from the Bay to the M-I-A-M-I

We chewy high, hella fly, double sluggers on a slide

Shady ladies tryna ride, so we hit 'em with a lie

Tell 'em slide, then we peel off, yellin', "Bye, bye"

We smackin' bozos and old hoes

And we ain't stoppin' like a fat dude with Ho Ho's

I see them cold gemstones, yo, let me hold those

Your boy in slow-mo with a four-door shakin' the po-po

Y'ain't doin' well, it's like you rollin' eels

Hoe, what's the deal? I'm just tryna cop a little feel

So, what it really do? I'm poppin' out your tube with Lu

We knockin' brains out the park with that new-new

[Chorus: Lu & TERROR REID]

From the Bay to the swamp (Yeah, bitch)

Y'all look like Rick Roll, bitch, we feel like Rick Ross (Who you think?)

What's they first move when they see us at the door? (Hey you, comin for you, that's right)

That's what it is, boy, that's how we do it

Lu and REID fluent in this game, thought you knew it, ho