Damn My Baby

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Rell On The Track) Bitch, you know DaDa Winning (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) [Verse 1] Huh, fear what? Catch me in the more dangerous neighborhoods, ain't shit tucked (Ain't shit tucked) Pop a nigga hood and have lil' cuddy pop his hood up Pop a nigga Rollie off his wrist, my baby good luck Damn, this for me, my baby? Mmm, good lookin' I know the extras right Good lookin', my baby Huh, you should see these niggas' faces when they get somethin' tooken I leave that to the Shred, though, I'm done acceptin' bookies, huh I be gettin' meth drove, phetamine weapon I got Walter White with me, huh, ounces ninе-fifty I got Drac' micro mini with them Queen Latifah titties Double D's in it (Big tittiеs, ayy, hey) I looked the bitch right in her eyes and I skiied in her She put the W in "wet", then I ski in it Tuh, the plug threw a hundred depths, I want week with it (A week with it, huh, nigga, no fakin') [Interlude] The biggest creature [Verse 2] I can't stop bein' a crook The other side can't stop bein' the hook (Twins Johnny logged) What's her name? Tell 'em what's her name When he seen this, what's her name? Get his shit knocked off Tuh, I heard his ass got hit with nine holes, Top Golf And if you cop more than five 'bows, the price get chopped off (Chopped off) Why these rap niggas get robbed and always say it's my fault? Man, this shit be havin' me confused It's gon' take more than that pussy to have me amused It's gon' take more than a pistol to come take these jewels Take off what? (Huh?) Take off, call your bluff, bitch, you gotta shoot I'm from the show-me state Ten years ago, my dog'd kill you for them Cartiers Huh, fah, fah, fah, and he know they might be fake Oh, you ain't know that 8K come with the Rollie face? Boy, you better keep that lead on you (That lead on you) I know my karma comin' and I'm prepared for it (And I'm prepared for it) Hold my bitches with the set-up, throw that head on 'em She rockin' the bed for me I go upstairs on 'em (Upstairs on 'em) My only twin, I'm with these two Glocks, I'm paranoid, huh You was PS with a box, I'm the mailboy (Mailboy) Rap right, don't wrap twice, you don't want your ice lookin' like some ell toys (Dummy) You don't want your phone tapped up through an Android Ho, you want your slut back, you gotta pay for it 'Cause once the bitch go BandMan, she go to space for 'em These hoes debatin' 'bout the dick, I make 'em race for it I'm on a police chase gettin' my dick ate I'm Jeff Gordon Huh, only bitch I chase is the bank, J.P Morgan Huh, yeah, I call her bae, but she ain't that important Bitch (Bitch, hold on) Bitch, you ain't shit, ho, you gorgeous (Bitch, you gorgeous) Huh, bae, you know I'm playin' with that motherfucker only tucked Bae know I ain't shit, bae know I be horny (I be horny) I said I was done with this shit, we back rollin' (Mmm) I said I was done with the bitch, huh, tuh I said I was done with the bitch (Done with the bitch) But she offered me an X and we got back rollin' Hey My bitch won't let me rob her ex-nigga She still fuckin' me Pull up with my other five bitches and we jumpin' 'em (We jumpin' 'em) [Outro] My bitch won't let me rob her ex-nigga, she fuckin' him Pull up with my other side bitches and we jumpin' 'em