Daddy DayCare

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Hyde] WOOOO! Rickyyyyyyyyyy! I get some more energy Look... [Verse 1: Rick Hyde] You gon' die, you gon' suffer waiting I'm talking blue faces like I'm suffocating I feel like Tim Hardaway in the Nike Bakins I need that type of money They at Nike making Pass me the torch, I pass you a corpse Pass me the 120, I pass you the boy My man facing like 20, he asked for the Lord I just happened to bury Sanders, the actual charge We don't talk, but yet I send my love I know he boomerang it back because it's in our blood Back that shit in the 80s, we barely threw the dust Sell that shit to whoever, no matter who it was Look! Streets hotter than Vegas in July On this corner where I come from, you could make it, you could die R.I.P. to all the homies, see their faces in the sky I swear every shot of douce almost make a nigga cry She don't take away the vision If you take a nigga eye, a blind man can see the future It's a blessing in disguise We gon' sip the shot of Navy because I'm better with some wine Call me Ricky Pinot Rigi Yo, I'm better with the time [Chorus: Rick Hyde] I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies Yes, love. I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies Yes, love. I'm sitting with the babies [Verse 2: Rick Hyde] Bitch, that's daddy daycare Shout out to Giuseppe Now they cheaper than a wave fair Wanna get to whoever, nigga I ain't never played fair I'm trying to be breathtaking Bitch, I'm trying to take it I speak on experience I ain't trying to rap, bruh Cause in the net diaries, they get your niggas snatched up That bitch was a dead weight Literally a head case The only reason that I stayed with it, cause the head grab Bundles like a bad bitch The DA wanna merch me Lord, have Lamborghini mercy I run it like Jackie trynna curse you Them bullets start dispersing Puck you in PK like Hershey's I need hearsis for these verses But for now, I appreciate your purchase What you doing with yourself? If you ain't fulfilling the purpose Look, it works better when you pay for it You can get your shit fronted, but consignment ain't complete boy [Chorus: Rick Hyde] I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies Yes, love. I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies I'm sitting with the babies Yes, love. I'm sitting with the babies