Badu in the Bayou

Lyrics
[Intro] Man, you got to be smoother than that Tell me, you smoother than that What you gon' do 'bout it? (Yeah, Chris Ca$h, ya dig?) Oouu [Chorus] I see a nigga, I'm takin' his shit I'm takin his bitch, I'm takin a risk I'm tryna get bands, these niggas tryna get clout I put 'em right in the clouds, yeah In the Bayou wit' Ms. Badu, sippin' on Majin Buu, where shit can get critical All these niggas, they envy, I'm not talkin' Charlemagne Pardon me in that new big body, got a old bitch with a whole new big body Swap out the kit and I gave her the lift Send her back, wrapped, everyday is a gift Servin' the goop, just throw me a 'oop I shoot out the roof of the coupe [Verse] Got dogs in thе pound, ain't talkin' 'bout Snoop Suit up the real, we shootin' thе fake We talkin' 'bout bands and I might chase All my niggas wear red, Ohio State I sell me a O, this not my state Took her to shoot sticks on the first date Get you some cake, and then stop simpin' Seen it comin' just like the Simpsons Mind your business, don't leave a witness Start of the whip, ain't put a key in it You watchin' my pockets, better get you a plate Shout out my patnas, they scammers and doctors Sellin' them pints and workin' that stick Let me show you a method, lean and a 'wood for breakfast How can my opps get method mannin'? Shoot the stick first, I got manners Got plays but no Manning Stack them bags up, back to plannin' Traphouse, this a stack house We gon' shoot the stick like Jason Kidd Lights on, we gon' spin again Lysol came back, case was clean Any key, that engine mean These niggas, they green like the drank they sippin' Cap in the rap 'bout the life they livin' I stay wit' a biscuit [Chorus] I see a nigga, I'm takin' his shit I'm takin his bitch, I'm takin a risk I'm tryna get bands, these niggas tryna get clout I put 'em right in the clouds, yeah In the Bayou wit' Ms. Badu, sippin' on Majin Buu, where shit can get critical All these niggas, they envy, I'm not talkin' Charlemagne Pardon me in that new big body, got a old bitch with a whole new big body Swap out the kit and I gave her the lift Send her back, wrapped, everyday is a gift Servin' the goop, just throw me a 'oop I shoot out the roof of the coupe [Verse 2] Got put in a box, no juke All my money same color as Duke Make the wrong turn, you gon' get burn My pockets get fat just like Big Worm My niggas ride for me like they all just got sworn in You talkin' a check, then I'm in pursuit [Outro] This life we born in This life we sworn in Show me the way But that check is hot pursuit, don't do no interviews The breakin' news Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah Now, I told you he was smooth, now This nigga
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Credits
- Writers
- Bando Supreme
- Chris Ca$h