Baby Yoda

Woah in my city
Feeling cold, little nippy
Then I "Woah", just like Vicky
You say "Oh, she so pretty"
I say "No, you so silly"
Turn to stone, look so gritty
Hit the road feeling dizzy
Smoking Baby Yoda Disney

Baby on baby, I get it like Yoda
I'm smoking the green and it look like Crayola
I'm lit with the homies, we chill on the sofa
We passing the gas so fast like Daytona
I'm in a race, I'll come out on top (Yeah)
Got so much anger, I got from my pops (Yeah)
Yelling and shit, he don't know when to stop (Nah)
Arguments happen, it sound like a bop
Bop, bop, bop
I got too much on mind, fuck all this shit I'ma
Walk, walk, walk
Call up the homies (Brrr) and tell 'em to pick me up right down the
Block, block, block
Think that I'm crazy, well just tell me something that I am
Not, not, not

I got this feeling that I'll never stop (No)
I want a Grammy and I want a spot (Yeah)
Call me a phony, I call you a rock
And I get that it's funny to puppet a sock
So just marry a net and you will get caught (God damn)
Pulling these strings way up from the top
You can try climbing, I assure you will drop (Yeah)
I'm going hard, but really I'm soft
I'm kinda twisted, when it comes to the plot I'm coming in hot

Woah in my city
Feeling cold, little nippy
Then I "Woah", just like Vicky
You say "Oh, she so pretty"
I say "No, you so silly"
Turn to stone, look so gritty
Hit the road feeling dizzy
Smoking Baby Yoda Disney

Baby Yoda, I've been on my own
I've been feeling oh so strong
Independent with my songs
Fuck a label, fuck a job
Baby Yoda, oh my God
He's so cute inside his pod
Feel the force, fear the God
I've been flexing hit the

Woah in my city
Feeling cold, little nippy
Then I "Woah", just like Vicky
You say "Oh, she so pretty"
I say "No, you so silly"
Turn to stone, look so gritty
Hit the road feeling dizzy
Smoking Baby Yoda Disney