Bounty

Baker

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Yeah, Fayzey
Ay, Ay

On the journey to respect I got the GPS routed
Cleaning out the road to riches man my head got a bounty
The suburban kingpin, yeah I bool at the alley
Free the homies with weed misdemeanors locked up in county, gang

Professional flex
I don't sell out to sell out events
Collecting a corporate check but I don't do ties
Just gold on my neck
I think with my head, talk with my chest
Legal attorneys can rest
Never been industry fresh, but check intellect
I'm never out-dressed

Expose my own faults so the stans cannot cancel me
Got you in my gambit, you're a pawn in my chicanery
Sticking to the script, calculated with the quips
If you're a bigot you ain't (shhh)
You can quit it with Da Babying

Journey to respect I got the GPS routed
Cleaning out the road to riches man my head got a bounty
The suburban kingpin, yeah I bool at the alley
Free the homies with weed misdemeanors locked up in county

A nigga never change, but I'm drowning in dimes
They see the diamonds and negotiate to give me their bodies
Tryna sleep to have my babies but kidnapping's a crime
Girl I'm always pulling out like Jamal with the nine, bang

Whoa calm down Jamal
Don't pull out the nine

Bang
Bang
Bang
Gang, Ay, Ay

I don't have an issue about burning the barn
Kill your precious cash cow, have you selling the farm
Labels never hugging Fayzey with their marketing arm
Cuz I don't switch up for confetti, don't call me Uncle Tom, yeah

A nigga never change, but I'm drowning in dimes
They see the diamonds and negotiate to give me their bodies
Tryna sleep to have my babies but kidnapping's a crime
Girl I'm always pulling out like Jamal with the nine, bang

Bang!



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Writer(s): Marcus Reid
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