Baby
Straight off the rip cause it came wit a drop
Just like da baby this shit is my bop
Call a bitch baby then she gettin dropped
I can not have a baby wit a thot
I can't have kids wit a hoe
I throw a rack n she get on the flo'
Octomom I put 8 shots in ya dome
Catch you and ya kid and we shootin em both
Imma pull up wit a chop
Talkin' that shit n we droppin' his top
I need the dough I don't need thots
Drop a plan B in her soda pop
Came wit a strap its semi-automatic
I drip blood and sweat to get me a new patek
These pussies dont wanna let me get the static
They know that I pull up wit plenty of savages
Finished the pint of the tech switched to activis
Tripled the pack got a sack just to backflip it
Treat it like Christmas I'm lit when Im rappin it
Ran through a sack, quarterback
They don't know when imma snap
50 clips up in the mac I can't go out like that so I'm keepin it strapped
I got 3 hoes imma mack
Pickin' 1 up and I'm pullin' her tracks
Spit on it like she was rippin a track
She get up on top and she throwin' it back
God damn
Straight off the rip cause it came wit a drop
Just like da baby this shit is my bop
Call a bitch baby then she gettin dropped
I can not have a baby wit a thot
I can't have kids wit a hoe
I throw a rack n she get on the flo'
Octomom I put 8 shots in ya dome
Catch you and ya kid and we shootin em both
Just like da baby this shit is my bop
Call a bitch baby then she gettin dropped
I can not have a baby wit a thot
I can't have kids wit a hoe
I throw a rack n she get on the flo'
Octomom I put 8 shots in ya dome
Catch you and ya kid and we shootin em both
Imma pull up wit a chop
Talkin' that shit n we droppin' his top
I need the dough I don't need thots
Drop a plan B in her soda pop
Came wit a strap its semi-automatic
I drip blood and sweat to get me a new patek
These pussies dont wanna let me get the static
They know that I pull up wit plenty of savages
Finished the pint of the tech switched to activis
Tripled the pack got a sack just to backflip it
Treat it like Christmas I'm lit when Im rappin it
Ran through a sack, quarterback
They don't know when imma snap
50 clips up in the mac I can't go out like that so I'm keepin it strapped
I got 3 hoes imma mack
Pickin' 1 up and I'm pullin' her tracks
Spit on it like she was rippin a track
She get up on top and she throwin' it back
God damn
Straight off the rip cause it came wit a drop
Just like da baby this shit is my bop
Call a bitch baby then she gettin dropped
I can not have a baby wit a thot
I can't have kids wit a hoe
I throw a rack n she get on the flo'
Octomom I put 8 shots in ya dome
Catch you and ya kid and we shootin em both
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Writer(s): Matt Thomas
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