in the bay freestyle

Baby, I'm getting my bag
Fuckin' yo bitch
And I'm crawling her cat
Ima icon, soul playa
Baby don't, ain't no runnin' back
Spin that .192
Grabbin' my glock, and I'm getting my crew
Grabbin' that shit, boy, I'm cooking soul food
You ain't never felt this pain
You ain't never slept in rain, uh
Makin' money moves and I forgot the chop
Feelin' kinda hungry, gotta call up Ock
Getting that tray and I'm spinnin' that shit
And I'm going, I'm going, I'm going outta state
Wait
Baby, I can't give you my time
Money on my mind
Keepin' other shit outside
Back where I stay, gotta live
Shootin' everyday, just to get a lil pill, ayy

Trappin' everyday, I cannot stop
Going everywhere just with this glock
Baby, I'm going, I'm going out ways
And I flooping this shit, there ain't no way Ima stop
Shooting this bitch and I'm getting'em killed
Baby, don't worry, you going on will
Everything just go as I say
One day, we'll be trapping in the bay, ayy
Told me don't stop, yeah, I'm goin', hopin' I don't do no wrong
I wanna go where I want, ain't stoppin' me
I wanna tote all them glocks, I'm taking philosophy
I'm doing what I want, ain't no stoppin' me
I'ma-, I'm-, I'm-, I'm-, I'm-

Baby, I'm getting my bag
Fuckin' yo bitch
And I crawling her cat
Ima icon, soul playa
Baby don't, ain't no runnin' back
Spin that .192
Grabbin' my glock, and I'm getting my crew
Grabbin' that shit, boy, I'm cooking soul food
You ain't never felt this pain
You ain't never slept in rain, uh
Makin' money moves and I forgot the chop
Feelin' kinda hungry, gotta call up Ock
Getting that tray and I'm spittin' in shit
And I'm going, I'm going, I'm going outta state
Wait
Baby, I can't give you my time
Money on my mind
Keepin' other shit outside
Back where I stay, gotta live
Shootin' everyday, just to get a lil pill, ayy



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Writer(s): Kevin Stacy
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