Wooh
Turn the beat up a little bit
I got this drank in my hand I might throw it on a bitch if she look at me funny Bitches be talking that gangsta shit say we ain’t bout it
They know how we coming
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, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra
Rock that baby to sleep I told him it’s nap time
Bitches get wrong and they know that it’s slap time
N*** 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 a 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
I did what you want do you know what you in for
(_____________) again ‘fore you meet the extendo
Boy you can’t go back then
I’m a see bout that later, no back end
I’m a talk bout you bad like a bad friend
You ain’t popping no more you a has been
Why the fuck do bitches keep talking when I don’t like speaking to (_______)
You green with envy but give me the blues, I guess I’m a call you a crayon
I cut that n**** off, he ain’t have no red flags I guess 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, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa
Rock that bag bitch gra-gra (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, that ba-ba Make these bullets go fa-fa Rock that bag bitch gra-gra
Make these bullets go up in the air for real
It’s time for (____________)
Cut from a different cloth, I been a gangster since before the glock was born
He sending threats, ok 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, put one on his head like a toupee
Keep a bag full of paper, lil couple of lead, have it ride on my back like a school day
These bitches ain’t fucking with me, they out fucking for free
But I’ll fuck him (_________) ‘fore i fuck for a fee
They’re too close to the trick but they want that lil’ treat
And I don’t want that lil n****, just want that lil (______)
Lil n**** we be bout that action
If they say that we not into cappin’
If they think that it’s sweet, then round of applause cause these bitches gon’ get to clappin’ We get the money, the n****s, the glory, the figures
We winning don’t care what they say
Stepping on everybody face at the end of the day
Everybody know not to play
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, that ba-ba
Make these bullets go fa-fa
Rock that bag bitch gra-gra (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, that ba-ba
Make these bullets go fa-fa
Rock that bag bitch gra-gra
Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: Baba
Performed by: Omeretta the Great
Written by: Amaria Williams
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Single
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