baby $hit

The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (Whats up? Whats up?)
James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
Cocaine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah )
Ayy, man, dont never fuck with a nigga that—
That dont get girls (Yeah, yeah)
The nigga always gon be jealous of you (Yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, aint nobody ever gave me shit,
I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
Rappin, potty trainin every mornin,
Ho, Im cookin dope and cleanin baby shit
Versace robe drapin like a nigga
Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
Fuckin ball player baby mamas hit me
When them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
We dont do no postin or no name taggin
California blow, she got a caine habit
I dont want the pussy if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin or no name taggin
Dope and cocaina got my name brackin
I dont sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
Get that white and I beat it up like Im Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga cant be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin lights
Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
Cougar pussy, I fuck a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Porsche engine, that bitch in the byke, byke
Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Throw VL out the window, Im mobbed up
Hit that proper until that bitch locked up
Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
Screw a bitch in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
Yeah, aint nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, bitch
Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a
Threesome with my new Australian bitch
Versace robe drapin like a nigga
Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit
Give them 36s to my side piece
40 millimeter on the timepiece
Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
Keep them yucky bitches from around me
Feel like Usher, ho, cause you remind me
Of a bitch I used to fuck with when I was
Broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
Get that white and I beat it up, like Im Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga cant be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin lights
Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
Cougar pussy, I fuck a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Ill be right back
Yeah, aint nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, bitch
Rappin, potty trainin every mornin, ho
Im cookin dope, be cleanin baby shit
Versace robe drapinlike a nigga
Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
Tell the pussy niggas suck a baby dick, bitch
Yeah, yeah yeah
(Nothin else to say, bitch, gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
Its not cause of the money, why?
Cause every miserable street junkie
Every skinny who goes to bed hungry
Because his momma is workin for a fix
Every nigga baby born with a 'habit'
Makes me happy, makes my heart sing