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RockABye Baby

 

RockABye Baby

(album: Happy Halloween C4 - 2021)


Pussy-ass boys
He think it's sweet, we gon' rock him straight to sleep
You know what the fuck going on, man, Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga, Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga
Niggas talking 'bout brains hang, nigga, your brains gon' hang before mine do, though (Yeah)
You dig? (Oh, really?)

This a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep, rockabye the baby (Skrrt)
I don't want no chicken, bitch, give me the steak, please (Let's go, think I'm playin'?)
When this shit be up, it's stuck and I don't take pleas (Think I'm playin'?)
Murder One suspect, I'm outrunning all the jakies (Oh, really?)
And Big Backdoor, he had kicked it in
I'm done with her, I want her friend
This money just start coming in, come help me spend it (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you got Dracs, well, I got Dracs, thought you was gon' scare me, didn't it?
And I'm not sparing none of these niggas, 'cause they didn't spare me, did it?

Glock 19X, go wherever with it
Young nigga preparing to depart, G5 jet we sit in
My wrist and necklace glisten, put that bitch out, she don't listen
I ain't scared to make no enemies, I'm scared if you be friendly
Niggas still might try to end me
It was just Wock' in my cup, smoke Biscotti smoke
Sexy bitch, tell her come here, put my hands 'round her throat
Nigga must thought I wasn't gon' be Big Boss C4, now find the joke
Still gotta deposit this check from Rolling Loud, gotta find the time, I'm still not broke
Sauce, drip on my clothes, nigga might steal my coat
And when I talk finesse, it make her wet, she put it in her throat
I told her not to stress, I got a check, you keep on all your clothes
Just let me rob your plug, let me backdoor all your bros
Mr. door kicker, lean sipper, perfect ten, eat E like Skittles
I told Melo give me twenty-thousand, make me bigger
He didn't do it, I'm not mad, alone, I still delivered
It's babies in the other room, I still ain't got no sitter

This a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep, rockabye the baby (Skrrt)
I don't want no chicken, bitch, give me the steak, please (Let's go, think I'm playin'?)
When this shit be up, it's stuck and I don't take pleas (Think I'm playin'?)
Murder One suspect, I'm outrunning all the jakies (Oh, really?)
And Big Backdoor, he had kicked it in
I'm done with her, I want her friend
This money just start coming in, come help me spend it (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you got Dracs, well, I got Dracs, thought you was gon' scare me, didn't it?
And I'm not sparing none of these niggas, 'cause they didn't spare me, did it?

Wanna fuck 'cause I got posted up by Drake and Lil Baby
Oh, you the savage Future be talking 'bout? Yeah, bitch, I'm crazy
Cuffed an AMG, I got the right to drive her crazy
Oh, you the nigga LeBron always postin'? Yeah, ho, that's me (Let's go)
Twenty-three niggas found dead in Cleveland last week (Yeah, that's me)
Think you gon' run up on Future? How you gon' get past me? (Yeah, that's me)
Pussy tried to dead it, chopper knocked his ass to last week (Fool)
I don't talk to bitches, hit the club and let the bag speak (Come here, baby)
Beezy keep the pole, you know Beezy love to tote
I got booked for a walkthrough, my pockets couldn't fit through the door (Oh, really?)
Put you in ICU 'cause I see that you a ho
Need to take this bitch off, I'm so high, can't see through the scope (You think I'm playin'?)
Think you gon' take my chain off, your pussy ass been snorting dope (Pussy)
You knew I was gon' flip that whip, the fuck you bought them Forgis for? (Oh, you think I'm playin'?)
Hit the mall and let a forty go, then let the 40 blow (Oh, you think I'm playin'?)
Hit the crib with forty hoes, I'm 'bout to pay for forty hoes' toes (Come here, baby)

This a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep, rockabye the baby
I don't want no chicken, bitch, give me the steak, please (Let's go, think I'm playin'?)
When this shit be up, it's stuck and I don't take pleas (Think I'm playin'?)
Murder One suspect, I'm outrunning all the jakies (Oh, really?)
And Big Backdoor, he had kicked it in
I'm done with her, I want her friend
This money just start coming in, come help me spend it (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you got Dracs, well, I got Dracs, thought you was gon' scare me, didn't it?
And I'm not sparing none of these niggas, 'cause they didn't spare me, did it? (Think I'm playin'?)

done

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