The Baby

(альбом: Crazy But It's True - 2019)

[Lil Gotit:]
First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips

No cap, I tell the label go bring me racks
Them hoes, they burned out
They belong on the corner, I could pay them to trace
Skydweller, yeah, plain jane, went Rolex up on they ass
Told her money ain't a thing
She'll get what she wants, she know how to act (On God)
I got quality in my drink, I'm quick to pour a four of Act'
It got me rushing to the bank, I'm adding more racks to my stacks
These niggas get smaller by the day 'cause they can't get up out my lane
Don't have no heart, that shit in the ground, you can't dig it with a shovel
Spin his block, let off some rounds, then they living in the shelter
Hell nah, can't cap on my rounds, yeah, we all living better
Chasing cheese, yeah, that cheddar
This year, catch me and Slimelife at Coachella

First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips

[Slimelife Shawty:]
Bullets touching lips but they don't kiss, naw
Ain't nothing like him but we gon' piss on y'all
Hood Baby open his mouth, they better listen, dawg
Pressure kid come through slanging nothing but sticks, dawg
Oh, I hope we don't miss y'all
Sign a deal, lil' nigga turn into big dawg
How the hell you go against the grain when we invented y'all?
I won't say a nigga's name, no I won't mention y'all
I ain't really with the dissing, naw
Oh, oh yay, bitch, I'm super up
How the hell you turn your back on gang, now you super fucked
Now a young nigga popping, he popping on you stupid fucks
I wouldn't even give a bitch no ride, leave her stupid stuck
Yeah, it's up with us

[Lil Gotit:]
First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips

[Slimelife Shawty:]
Oh, oh, oh, Hood Baby, Haiti baby
Babies with hoods on, don't come in my hood, ho
Oh nah, this the hood song
Slime, let's do it