Da Baby Flow
I be rapping like a bitch
They think I'm capping, don't believe
Me
I ain't worried bout a nigga
I'm with the strap I never leave it
I ain't worried about a bitch
That lil pussy she can keep it
I be beating up the block
With the pack off in my speakers
I think all these niggas rats
Box em up they think we beefing
Move to a new spot
Every year we sign new leases
Can't get comfy opps AND the cops
Be watching while we sleeping
We ain't sleep we still up
Peeping the play
Watching the heathens
I wonder why niggas be hating
I don't even understand
I kick back and keep it cool
Feet up thumbing through bands
Tried to rock wit my niggas
They was mad cause I'm the man
Naw I ain't 50 cent, but I got power
On demand
Ima neighborhood star
On any block I can stand
Dope in my sock
Glock tucked in my waistband
Let a fuck nigga try me
Where he stand is where he laying
But we can punch it out first
Lemme see if you got hands
I know some bitches that'll scratch
Crack a hoe top wit a bat
Know some niggas acrobats
All they know is flip a pack
I know some niggas up the burner
Never lack and can't relax
Do the math fuck nigga
Yeeeaa I'm Wit all that
All racks in my pocket
Run it up a four flat
A hoe Gotta get the bag
If she think ima be dad
All facts ion cap
Wit a nigga they Some rats
Confidential information
Getting leaked is all bad
They think I'm capping, don't believe
Me
I ain't worried bout a nigga
I'm with the strap I never leave it
I ain't worried about a bitch
That lil pussy she can keep it
I be beating up the block
With the pack off in my speakers
I think all these niggas rats
Box em up they think we beefing
Move to a new spot
Every year we sign new leases
Can't get comfy opps AND the cops
Be watching while we sleeping
We ain't sleep we still up
Peeping the play
Watching the heathens
I wonder why niggas be hating
I don't even understand
I kick back and keep it cool
Feet up thumbing through bands
Tried to rock wit my niggas
They was mad cause I'm the man
Naw I ain't 50 cent, but I got power
On demand
Ima neighborhood star
On any block I can stand
Dope in my sock
Glock tucked in my waistband
Let a fuck nigga try me
Where he stand is where he laying
But we can punch it out first
Lemme see if you got hands
I know some bitches that'll scratch
Crack a hoe top wit a bat
Know some niggas acrobats
All they know is flip a pack
I know some niggas up the burner
Never lack and can't relax
Do the math fuck nigga
Yeeeaa I'm Wit all that
All racks in my pocket
Run it up a four flat
A hoe Gotta get the bag
If she think ima be dad
All facts ion cap
Wit a nigga they Some rats
Confidential information
Getting leaked is all bad
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Foster
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