Baby Yoda

Lyrics
[Intro] Beat Fiends [Verse 1: Chetta] Chop the roof off, let me ride like it's stolen I'ma hotboy, ain't no telling what I'm holding Drop a sixer of the tris in my soda And my AR got a beam, call it Yoda Spend a C note just to park where the hoes at Vibing on my rooftop, smoking on a big pack Glock 19 always poking, where the pole at? Tell me can you hold that? Baby, can you hold that? I'ma pull up, scream "bloody murder" It's hot in the trap and we still haven't heard of ya I got these racks and these straps like the punisher Fuck from the back, I'ma break all her furniture Counting up mula, I feel like I'm gudda YSL dripping, your bitch call me Gunna Pull the Cal Ripken, it rip like no other Over here popping like I need another Did I stutter? All on her lips like some color, hol' up Talking my shit, it's no wonder I'ma pull up like lightning, I'm thunder, hol' up Run up on shit, it's a come up, come up Get what you got, pussy run up, what up I'm in the field with lions and bears I smoke the pound cause life isn't fair Popping on something, no, I never share This choppa go crazy, might shoot at the air I'm fucking on shawty, she think that I care I'm fully aware, I'm fully aware That draco be jumping, I jump over heads Ten racks to my lawyers like fuck all the feds One call to my migos, they chopping off heads [Refrain: Chetta] No, I'm never scared, I'm already dead Yeah, yeah, already dead, already dead Already dead, already dead Already dead, already dead Yeah, yeah [Bridge: Lil Glock] Do-or-die, OG killer, bust a [?], forget the house Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth [Verse 2: Chetta] Heat up the block and I'm walking on coal Two hundred for socks and they keep getting old Twelve hundred for Louis prints, all on my soles I got it on lock, yeah, I got this shit sewed Ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna get throwed Go show me the way and I'll kick it the door Keep loading it up, bitch, it's up with the poles I'm breaking it down with the work, shipping bows Baby on go, I can't fuck you no more I just drive by the whip and I shoot at you hoes Breaking the seal, pour all the fours I couldn't chill with my whole neck on froze Don't need me, no deal, I need me a rolls Don't need me, no pills, I'm still taking more Be all in her ear, selling her soul Don't have no fear, I'm here to blow Did I stutter? All in her mouth like some bubbles, hol' up Sleep with a Glock, that's a cuddle, I'ma Pull up on blocks, what the bubble, what up Trying your luck, that's a stuggle, hol' up Try me, my team going to huddle, run up I'm in the streets with killers and feins Load up the Sig, full magazine Smoking on Runtz till my cranium bleeds Keep chopping it up till they matching my speed I'm fully deluxe, off a Xan and a bean You know what I mean, you know what I mean That F & N gone reach, I'm knocking out teeth Ya bitch wanting me, I'm James in the peach Smoke Yoda OG, tryna fix all my head [Refrain: Chetta] No, I'm never scared, I'm already dead Yeah, yeah, already dead, already dead Already dead, already dead Already dead, already dead Yeah, yeah [Pre-Outro: Lil Glock] Do-or-die, OG killer, bust a [?], forget the house Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth [Outro: Chetta & Lil Glock] How, how, how How do you ride? Is you gone slide? I'm dying inside Already dead, no feelings inside Just waiting to die, it's tearing me down I'm dying inside, it's tearing me down All in my vibe, it's tearing me down I'm tryna ride, it's tearing me down Close out my eyes, it's tearing me down Bury me down, it's tearing me down Just bury me down, just bury me down Do-or-die, OG killer, bust a [?], forget the house Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Do-or-die, OG killer, bust a [?], forget the house Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Do-or-die, OG killer, bust a [?], forget the house Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth Mind clickin' [?] tickin' with the chicken up in my mouth
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Credits
- Writers
- Chetta
- Dirty Vans