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We doing alley oops Brother, nigga On my brother, nigga Punch me in (a'ight, bet) I'm ready, foenem Gang in this bitch blood This shit for the guys (Damn Drako, you made this?) Niggas know what the fuck going on big Baby Chief'll do it 2212 shit, bitch Uh, drills, drills, drills (squad, squad, squad) One by one, we pickin' 'em off Keep on spinnin' 'til all of 'em drop, give dogs the bulls and he gettin' 'em off It's free China from out of that box, come around me with jewelry, he takin' it off That nigga rather stay home 'cause he know he don't give that shit up, then his ass get popped She should've knew she was losing her spot as soon as she told me she don't eat cock Nigga, I'm Baby Chef, do it so instead of Cooking With Kya, I'm cookin' with Fox Whip on the pop with a stick on the Glock, I'm in the kitchen with bitches and bops All in my head tryna give me a shot, I shove that bitch, she was gettin' me hot She got some big-ass glasses on, it's throwin' me off, she look like Von Really don't give no fuck who you is, I'm cuttin' you off, you ain't on what I'm on Ever seen a nigga get hit, so damn hard that his ass got sent to the sun She said that her favorite song was Rollin', fuck that old ass song That's not even supporting me, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (am I wrong? Am I wrong?) Uh, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (am I wrong? Am I wrong?) Uh, okay, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (bitch, am I wrong? Bitch, am I wrong?) Uh, uh, somebody tell me if I'm wrong, somebody tell me if I'm wrong Letras de cancionesSlatt, I like switches, I'm not talkin' 'bout guns, I'm talking about the beat switch That bitch get wetter than water, jumped in the cat and it made me seasick I jumped out the car missin' like a bitch, need glasses, I couldn't see shit Blood told me it's candy in the spot, I thought he was talking 'bout Reeses I drink lean while I rap, letting a bad bitch rub my back Spitting the bars while I'm swigging my gat, if niggas say it's smoke, it's that Wanna come over, can't get my lo', if she wanna get fucked, gotta come to the trap Brand-new guns, brand new opps, if a nigga get caught, that's a brand-new pack (baow) I'll come teach you a lesson, I shouldn't have booked this short ass session Boy, what the fuck you mean he ran? You could've chased him, better go catch him She like toes, the bitch got a fetish, I like hos, the badder, the better I can't keep shit P, the bitch block me, I'm a fuck around send her a letter I almost just post this bitch, no lie and I just met her I almost put the paws on dog, that nigga damn near spilled lean on my sweater That bitch better appreciate me, I ain't gon' lie, I'm a motherfuckin' treasure That nigga told me to pop outside without no gun, it sound like a setup It sound like a setup and I don't even bother niggas I don't even bother niggas, I'm poppy nigga I'll probably father a nigga I don't even give a fuck about nothin' I already come out and shot a nigga I ain't gon' lie, my brother in this bitch, he shot a nigga Like what? From Letras Mania