Aye, who your favorite rapper? (Yeah) Who your favorite rapper? Babyfxce E (Yeah) Is he for real? Hm? Is he for real? Hm? Yeah
Uncover your mouth, I can“t hear you Who your favorite rapper? Uh, Babyfxce E (Real Striker Boy shit, M Block shit, Walkdown Gang, all that shit, nigga)
Before you say that she the one, remember at one point she was going Now we got money to buy our cars, at one point they was stolen Now my niggas will ball for life just off what I showed “em Gotta have the trigger finger no more, but you just gotta hold it Left my heart up on the stage nigga, I done lost my fucking voice If you ain“t got no bag you can“t be mad nigga, that was your fucking choice Where I come from nigga, it“s hard for a nigga just to make some noise
Slime me out, I“m on yo ass, like damn I thought me and Fxce was boys All my niggas like to play with buttons, like hell no bro these ain“t no toys Keep that front door closed cause all that n off shit gon“ make me annoyed Bro just poured a 4 in a 12oz pop, I think he was tryna be Floyd They show me love, I give a freak hoe my socks every time I go on tour I don“t want your love if it“s fake In the slums with the drac“ In my hood I“m a great I gave niggas some when I only had a lil on my plate In the hood with no plate Smoking a wood, on a chase Tryna do some shit to Fxce
Don“t think you should, it“s not safe And I keep on having a problem, treating my huzz like my main Quit tryna record everything that happened in the club, that shit lame I“m just wanted without that bitch, but with my gun I“m like eight With the choppa I“m fifteen She said "why you being mean?" Told her when you wake up off that lean, sometimes that“s how it be I got turnt up music late night shit when you driving down the street Man my voice been stopping shit, but I“m still tryna pull up beats I made it out what the fuck I look like still tryna put on cleats? But still I hop up in the field if a nigga ever give me a reason
When I get to the crib you take my soul, man lil baby a demon I still be puttin“ on the same ole clothes, I don“t care if they already seen it Huh I don“t care if they already seen it nigga I don“t care if they already seen I don“t give a fuck nigga This fit cost me 5 thousand I can wear this bitch every day if I want to I wear this shit for two days Hard decision I can fuck two bitches or make two plays But y“all know I“m going to that pape They make me feel at home when I“m in Cali, they love me in The Bay I got brrr, Fredo got the K Turn the music up and cherry tops behind us I think they tryna chase
Smoking za, bro I forgot the name Overthinking next bar, because man I got a lot to say That“s why I had to add another beat up at the end Won“t catch me lacking parking the Cat because I back it in Connect two bitches PTP, snap em with my hands If I“m shooting and bro shooting, you ain“t gon“ stand a chance No cap bro it“s chalk, literally She want everything in the store, bae you killing me I got like twenty different flows I ain“t stealing shit Left wrist white snow, it look like a brick They thought my hand was in my pocket, it look like a fist
That“s just crumbled up money that I forgot to fix Bro set a pick, we fucked them niggas up because they forgot the switch She wanna do my drills and after that she tryna loc then twist Bitch, yeah, M Block straight All that what the fuck going on