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[intro: choppa ebk & b_lovee]
like, babies, d_mn it
grrah (oy)
(grrah)
i’m the one who started this madness, n_gga

[chorus: b_lovee]
i’m tryna rock ’em like a baby
we see the opps then scream, “we got one”, like
so that’s when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
he tryna talk like a savage, he not one
rollin’ up rah, that’s a hot one
and i got this thot on my body, like, she gon’ go on her knees and top one (top one, like)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper (grrah)
[verse 1: b_lovee]
if get lit, throw a shot
put that on bro, i done did it a lot
n_ggas actin’ like somethin’ they not
callin’ they bluff, this sh_t gotta stop
n_ggas slackin’, i get guap
that’s why i’m f_ckin’ on all of they thots
think i’m lackin’? i’m with chop, and he be itchin’ to blowin’ this chop
b_tch, it’s lovee in the spot
diamonds dancin’, n_ggas starin’
but i dare ’em, hollows gon’ f_ck up whatever he wearin’, like

[verse 2: choppa ebk]
first thing’s first, i was never the one to be played with
like, who not o’s? n_ggas better save it, like
don’t tryna play with my patience
now, i gotta find ’em some bacon
he gon’ die for the sh_t that he sayin’
it was job, wasn’t needed a savin’
so let’s not get it mistaken
i’m dumpin’ your car, no more my n_ggas ask, i’d never let them get a pass
told bro tp, don’t crash, can’t go out like 80, he was movin’ too fast
bro, we did ’em sleeze, no mac
let’s see the jeans, on his knees, he a f_g
yus gz, fake jeans, give ’em back
like, deady, where he at?
he shot himself, he was not movin’ tact
i don’t play with my gun, i don’t get into that
she know i’m smokin’ her mans, but she still let me hit from the back
glock in my hands, but i’m quick when i’m uppin’ the strap
can’t go out like rah, that dumb n_gga lacked (that dumb n_gga lacked)
[chorus: b_lovee]
i’m tryna rock ’em like a baby
we see the opps then scream, “we got one”, like
so that’s when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
he tryna talk like a savage, he not one
rollin’ up rah, that’s a hot one
and i got this thot on my body, like, she gon’ go on her knees and top one (top one, like)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper (grrah)
and she tryna— (and she tryna)
and we tryna— (oh, we tryna?)
but i keep my— (and i keep my), i got one in the topper

[outro: choppa ebk]
don’t let ’em slip, like, watch how i hop out the whip
reverse what? reverse sh_t, n_ggas get hit in that whip
and freddy got hit with some chips with a b_tch, that can never be me
’cause i walk to the store with my stick, let it cl!ck

- choppa ebk

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