Baboon
Ima hop right in the coupé
Bitches coming by the two
You cannot fuck with the crew
Get the fuck up out the room
I lay it down in the booth
Lay her down in the room
I link up real soon
Flip the pack then I zoom
I don't want to drive the whip
If it ain't a foreign
Push the start
Then change the shift
All this ice up on my wrist
Blow it back, Then make it back
Bust down the Audemars piguets
I blow the bag, Then make it stack
I know these pussy niggas stressing
She want to fuck with a nigga
I break her back
The activist been calling me
I'm calling back
She want to fuck with a nigga
I break her back
The activist been calling me
I'm calling back
Yeah, My heart is on the moon
Got a instinct like baboon
Pulling strings with no harpoon
Stay inside like a cocoon
All these niggas in the room
Gas you up like a balloon
Spend a rack to fly a bitch out
Just to save her the commute
Yeah, My diamonds they Vv's
Cost me bout' a couple racks
Pussy nigga think I'm lacking
He don't know I'm shooting back
Catch me walking with the rocket
Won't condone the talking back
Bend her over break her back in
Now she steady calling back
Man these bitches boring
And they steady calling
Keep a forty for the nigga
That think that he balling
Ima take off on the scene
Hear the rarri roaring
Sip a little
Smoke a blunt or two
We steady pouring
Now I'm in and out of states
Ducking Jakes on interstates
Got me smoking all this weed
Yea it make me contemplate
Bad bitch, Can't afford that
Use a nigga like a floor mat
Fuck a nigga for the green
Then she pull off of the scene
But i can't take nothing personal
It's life that's how it go
In the end you all alone
Everybody hit the door
Pour a fifth up in the sprite
To take me back
Ima take the long way home
No coming back
Yeah, My heart is on the moon
Got a instinct like baboon
Pulling strings with no harpoon
Stay inside like a cocoon
All these niggas in the room
Gas you up like a balloon
Spend a rack to fly a bitch out
Just to save her the commute
Yeah, My diamonds they Vv's
Cost me bout' a couple racks
Pussy nigga think i'm lacking
He don't know I'm shooting back
Catch me walking with the rocket
Won't condone the talking back
Bend her over break her back in
Now she steady calling back
Baboon
Harpoon
Like a cocoon
Like a balloon
Just to save her the commute
A couple racks
He don't know I'm shooting back
Talking back
Now she steady calling back
Bitches coming by the two
You cannot fuck with the crew
Get the fuck up out the room
I lay it down in the booth
Lay her down in the room
I link up real soon
Flip the pack then I zoom
I don't want to drive the whip
If it ain't a foreign
Push the start
Then change the shift
All this ice up on my wrist
Blow it back, Then make it back
Bust down the Audemars piguets
I blow the bag, Then make it stack
I know these pussy niggas stressing
She want to fuck with a nigga
I break her back
The activist been calling me
I'm calling back
She want to fuck with a nigga
I break her back
The activist been calling me
I'm calling back
Yeah, My heart is on the moon
Got a instinct like baboon
Pulling strings with no harpoon
Stay inside like a cocoon
All these niggas in the room
Gas you up like a balloon
Spend a rack to fly a bitch out
Just to save her the commute
Yeah, My diamonds they Vv's
Cost me bout' a couple racks
Pussy nigga think I'm lacking
He don't know I'm shooting back
Catch me walking with the rocket
Won't condone the talking back
Bend her over break her back in
Now she steady calling back
Man these bitches boring
And they steady calling
Keep a forty for the nigga
That think that he balling
Ima take off on the scene
Hear the rarri roaring
Sip a little
Smoke a blunt or two
We steady pouring
Now I'm in and out of states
Ducking Jakes on interstates
Got me smoking all this weed
Yea it make me contemplate
Bad bitch, Can't afford that
Use a nigga like a floor mat
Fuck a nigga for the green
Then she pull off of the scene
But i can't take nothing personal
It's life that's how it go
In the end you all alone
Everybody hit the door
Pour a fifth up in the sprite
To take me back
Ima take the long way home
No coming back
Yeah, My heart is on the moon
Got a instinct like baboon
Pulling strings with no harpoon
Stay inside like a cocoon
All these niggas in the room
Gas you up like a balloon
Spend a rack to fly a bitch out
Just to save her the commute
Yeah, My diamonds they Vv's
Cost me bout' a couple racks
Pussy nigga think i'm lacking
He don't know I'm shooting back
Catch me walking with the rocket
Won't condone the talking back
Bend her over break her back in
Now she steady calling back
Baboon
Harpoon
Like a cocoon
Like a balloon
Just to save her the commute
A couple racks
He don't know I'm shooting back
Talking back
Now she steady calling back
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Writer(s): Galilee Content
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