864 Baby

864 Baby no need to copy
The way that i pop it you think its a rocket
This aint a hobby
This is my life and you that a nigga is living it tropic
Oooo
You know that a nigga is living it tropic
Yeah
You know that a nigga is living it

See we be gone like a missile
Baby mama say im tripping
Then i ask her who she kidding
Then i tell her she to fickle
Then we gone aim at your dome
This how we get blown by sending you home yeah
Negro en negro mixed with the chrome
Then you know that the chevy is gone
Nigga we grown no need to get known
I am who i am and i set it in stone
I grew up a little im changing my tone
Cant call your phone cause you know you be roaming
Couple racks in the fendi bag
Now my girl got plenty mad
Dripped out got stacks to stacks know that im coming back to back
Back to back back to back
So many times spotify think its a hack
No hacks on flats its just the truth from sensai bash
This is for real cause a young nigga big boss in
This how a young nigga kill it if they pass me young nigga hawk him

864 Baby no need to copy
The way that i pop it you think its a rocket
This aint a hobby
This is my life and you that a nigga is living it tropic
Oooo
You know that a nigga is living it tropic
Yeah
You know that a nigga is living it



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Woodruff
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