Baby Boy

Lyrics

I just spent a hundred on a fucking rodent Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't spend no forgies Yeah If it's near, then my brother tote it I ain't crying 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy Yeah Special made K, it came with lining Ooh I was dripping Margiela early morning Yeah Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, I ain't stand my opponent And the foreign red, having two miles on it Yeah Bad bitch came with a rear We Atlanta gangsters Hell nah, we don't need no grill What you banging? Is you gonna spazz out for real? Yeah Hit 'em with that K and watch him drop tail Yeah Yeah, I swear to God, keep it real Yeah Every shooter, you name it, I got it, I'm for real Yeah Yeah, I'm popping, I'm trending, topping, I'm for real Yeah Know the Drac' get popping, we gon' kill Yeah James Murdah, I ain't tryna know your last name Yes, a nigga pivot, baby girl, I don't need no cane I'm in L.A. vibing and these hoes they want cocaine Shit, who hang? Oh I'm on the rise High below eyes Yeah, presidential style with a presidential vibe Yeah Yeah, Cartier fake blue, it's all skies Yeah Yeah, we throw 'em up and bust them up by the side I just spent a hundred on a fucking rodent Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't stand no forgies Yeah If it's near, then my brother tote it Yeah I ain't crying 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy Yeah Special made K, it came with lining Ooh I was dripping Margiela early morning Yeah Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, I ain't stand my opponent And the foreign red, having two miles on it I drip Margielas Clip long, checking measures Creep at night like a big boy I'm counting bands at the teller Yeah Yeah Yeah Grab a chopper, then he kill bill Yeah, this ho too hot, but she need a chill pill Throwin' money on these hoes, they gon' tilt you Kicking back with these lows, drinking Bel Air These niggas whack rappers, they can't compare These niggas mid-class, ain't talking McNair I just spent a hundred on a fucking rodent Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't stand no forgies Yeah If it's near, then my brother tote it I ain't crying 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy Yeah Special made K, it came with lining on it Ooh I was dripping Margiela early morning Yeah Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, I ain't stand my opponent And the foreign red, having two miles on it Yeah, you know the kid bossing up on life Yeah, you know big stick come through my ride Yeah Yeah Hoo Hoo Hoo I just said Yeah Yeah Yeah