518 Baby
Look
Mask on, nike tech, yeah its the grave digga
Geeked up, I'm full of meds, these aint no painkillas
Blicced up, watch out fo feds, blue men tryna git us
Fucc a witness, I take off his head bullets they gon fill em
We gon drill em, up in new york we be turnt as a bitch
2 door coupe, mercedez benz watch me skrtt off da bitch
Hol up
Its gittin chilly when I flicc at the wrist
How they allow it, all my outifts flooded up wit this drip
It make sense, I've been doubted but I'm gittin the grip
Ya sum cowards who jus be buggin steady subbin my shii
Must feel sour, when I'm uppin got dem bumpin my hits
Rainshower, thunder clappin when I'm dumpin dis sticc
Listen, 518 baby, you know who you playin wit?
Bitch im rollin crazy, and I'm not talkin bout smokin it
Always growin up, I was nothin more than jodis kid
Now im blowin up, alla love I git is counterfeit
Git ya money up, my poccets filled wit dem dead bodies
Got yo funny up, ya gonna end up the next homi
Ridin inna uber, watchin you movin real sloppy
The choppa got extension, fo tension and that's fo anybody
Listen, off the percys imma demon
2 gloccs, lil bop really beamin
Deadstocc, osk cant be beaten
Loaded up, its sosa bliccy, you mickey, you snitchin bitches, rollin sticcy iccy
Got bitties, they showin titties
He got 10 but I want 50, silly thought you ran the city
I git busy wit narcotics, the bitches and drugs exotic
Im watchin the paper pilin, while you stressin, im smilin
Listen, filing statememts, that leave you dead on the pavement
Not payin up all your payments have a date wit my stainless
Im booted up down inna basement
Be patient the time I waited to say that I made my placement, alla bullshii I faced it
Smokin za straight off the wake up
New york and we cause a shake up
Talking shii, go git ya cake up
Dead prezzys up on my paper
See ya later, imma aligator walk off this beat
Gotta hunnid, hummin bullets turn ya right into mincemeat
Look
518 Baby, you know who you playin wit?
Bitch I'm rollin crazy, and I'm not talkin bout smokin it
Always growin up, I was nothin more than jodis kid
Now I'm blowin up, alla love I git is counterfeit
Mask on, nike tech, yeah its the grave digga
Geeked up, I'm full of meds, these aint no painkillas
Blicced up, watch out fo feds, blue men tryna git us
Fucc a witness, I take off his head bullets they gon fill em
We gon drill em, up in new york we be turnt as a bitch
2 door coupe, mercedez benz watch me skrtt off da bitch
Hol up
Its gittin chilly when I flicc at the wrist
How they allow it, all my outifts flooded up wit this drip
It make sense, I've been doubted but I'm gittin the grip
Ya sum cowards who jus be buggin steady subbin my shii
Must feel sour, when I'm uppin got dem bumpin my hits
Rainshower, thunder clappin when I'm dumpin dis sticc
Listen, 518 baby, you know who you playin wit?
Bitch im rollin crazy, and I'm not talkin bout smokin it
Always growin up, I was nothin more than jodis kid
Now im blowin up, alla love I git is counterfeit
Git ya money up, my poccets filled wit dem dead bodies
Got yo funny up, ya gonna end up the next homi
Ridin inna uber, watchin you movin real sloppy
The choppa got extension, fo tension and that's fo anybody
Listen, off the percys imma demon
2 gloccs, lil bop really beamin
Deadstocc, osk cant be beaten
Loaded up, its sosa bliccy, you mickey, you snitchin bitches, rollin sticcy iccy
Got bitties, they showin titties
He got 10 but I want 50, silly thought you ran the city
I git busy wit narcotics, the bitches and drugs exotic
Im watchin the paper pilin, while you stressin, im smilin
Listen, filing statememts, that leave you dead on the pavement
Not payin up all your payments have a date wit my stainless
Im booted up down inna basement
Be patient the time I waited to say that I made my placement, alla bullshii I faced it
Smokin za straight off the wake up
New york and we cause a shake up
Talking shii, go git ya cake up
Dead prezzys up on my paper
See ya later, imma aligator walk off this beat
Gotta hunnid, hummin bullets turn ya right into mincemeat
Look
518 Baby, you know who you playin wit?
Bitch I'm rollin crazy, and I'm not talkin bout smokin it
Always growin up, I was nothin more than jodis kid
Now I'm blowin up, alla love I git is counterfeit
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Writer(s): Alex Nguyen
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