Mad Scientist

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BabySolid] Man I don't show no love to no fuck nigga He want his lick back, tell 'em get up wimme Choppa got kickback, tell that boy run like a hillbilly Wet his block up, like a wet willy Young niggas finna run down like a winner You don't come outside, we gon' knock down yo building In love with this money, yea it give me a feelin' Like Baby Whoa said, "This money over business" [Chorus: BabySolid] Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics My niggas get high like a goddamn saucer Everyday band gang go war like carnage (?) from the streets young nigga venace (?) Only got mobb tiеs, like a goddamn collar Spaz linin' shit up, but that nigga not a barber [Verse 2: BabySolid] Kilo gone mad, hе fucked up in the head Kilo gone mad, and them boys? Want 'em dead One in the head, my nigga ain't scared Babylife pull up, we paint that bitch red Speaking on kyra, you meetin' the dead Bitch I'm a monster, go hide in the bed I got some young niggas get on yo head like some dreads No we don't aim at no leg Like (pussy ass nigga!) my niggas gone mad Like diaper, we pull up and get on yo ass I'm clutchin' that 9 when I'm ridin' wit' Spaz I hop out the car, hope you niggas run fast I put that beam on his face like it glass My name ringin' bells like a goddamn class I'm droppin' these shells, ain't droppin' no egg Hit yo whole block, ain't nobody get spared My niggas demons, and death was like dare I got yo bitch huggin' dick like a bear Mob shit, hell na we don't play fair Babylife nigga, but this not no daycare We come to yo block, but you ain't there Blocklife nigga, this stick in my underwear Police ride past, hid the stick by the stairs You be wit the opps, my nigga we don't care [Chorus: BabySolid] Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics My niggas get high like a goddamn saucer Everyday band gang go war like carnage (?) from the streets young nigga venace (?) Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar Spaz linin' shit up, but that nigga not a barber [Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz] Line his ass up, go get 'em Smith and Wesson, W mean I'm winnin' Caught em at beginning, shoot 'em wit no ending At Tennessee, we got the fords wit' a pigeon No toilet boy, catch 'em we leave that boy shitty Bitch I got this Glock, wit' a drum, it hold 50 I fuck wit some bloods, so free that boy Simmy I got a good eyeball yo man a neutron like you Jimmy Rockstar Amiri jeans, them bitches fitted When I walk, the Glock stick to my waist, cuz I'm skinny All that walk and talk that you do, opp fasho hit 'em King 30 just split his ass up like good riddance Me and that Glock still together, like Bobby & Whitney He don't want no smoke wit us, he in a chimney You know that my pockets chubby, like they gibby Bitch I done gone mad, tell 'em come get wit' me! This shit can get bad, Babylife get vicious We havin' more guns nigga, than malicious Don't do no more punchin', I'mma pistol whippa I pour that deuce in that 4, I'mma real wock sipper And this EBG shit, I'mma top notch killa I ain't crip, but I let that Glock block flip 'em Free Juju, can't go back to jail, but I miss 'em [Chorus: BabySolid] Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics My niggas get high like a goddamn saucer Everyday band gang go war like carnage (?) from the streets young nigga venace (?) Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar Spaz linin' shit up, but that nigga not a barber