Baby

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Said we'd never fuck again, but I'm still gon' try you Losin' interest 'cause I only call to pipe you Lack of interest, baby, please, you in denial Say my name, let me hear it in a crowd, yeah White VVS on and I keep a check, though Runnin' through this rap shit, I feel like Pacheco Come and see the best flow, you'll see where the rest go I don't know how you feel, but I feel like we connect, though Stuntin' on these hoes way too long Life crazy when I put it in my motherfuckin' song Different nights, different girls, takin' shots with your bitch Askin' questions like, "If your man came in here trippin', would you switch?" Would you stay with me? Would you get away with it? Need a classy lil' ho, cop an oil painting with me I give rich nigga vibes, on that rich nigga time He be talkin' 'bout that shit, but he ain't livin' what he rhyme And the difference is, switchin' lanes in some different shit Switchin' it, I don't like when it's a hit or miss All hits, call shots, nigga, call this Big dog even when I was a small pit And please don't forget who had your back for sure, yeah Try me like a sucker, I'm gon' drop the lo', yeah Left her where she standin', I ain't feel the vibe, no Know I just spent some money, not just spendin' time I'd rather get me for all that's me and mine Who did it like me from where I'm from? A lie Thinkin' 'bout the journey make a nigga cry You ain't had to swing back to the surface just to stay alive Shed so many tears, on my 2Pac shit (My 2Pac shit) Currently, I'm ridin' 'round with two Glocks shit (Yeah, yeah) Came to get some food at this Jamaican spot (Right there) In Venice and La Brea at the taco truck (I'm outta there) [Chorus] Yeah, throw your wrist up, boy, you'll give your bitch up (Wrist up) Hatin' on a real one, they be quick to switch up Man, you know them hatin' niggas, they be quick to clique it up You was him in 2012, we past 2021 (Past 2021) Yeah, throw your wrist up, boy, you'll give your bitch up Hatin' on a real one, they be quick to switch up (Yeah, yeah) Man, you know them hatin' niggas, they be quick to clique it up You was him in 2012, nigga [Verse 2] Stop livin' in the past when your future in your face CEO pace with the wealthy on a plate, this some luxury shit Lil' nigga, you a bitch If the police came now, you'd probably tell 'em this Hundred mil' cash, that was always on the list You wasn't in your bag, you was in bed with the bitch (Yeah, yeah) Bad influence and shit, smokin' bomb with the blunt on my lip High as fuck in the club, I'm in your ear like Baby, can we talk about some shit that probably don't matter? Take you places alone, we chillin' there for hours (Yeah) Take a shower, then you jumpin' in this king-sized (Mm) Beat it up with your friend sittin' ringside (Mm)