uuv - baby 9eno lyrics
[chorus]
these n*ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b*tch i’m a outlet
i f*ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n*gga can’t count that
dig in your b*tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n*gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f*cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b*tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n*gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot
[verse]
all the b*tch n*ggas start coming “kahoots”
n*ggas hanging with rats and the streets got the proof
lil b*tch on my line let me beat up the cooch
let her eat up the d*ck and i take her to ruth’s
i be in the ‘jects and i hang in the zoo
n*gga reach for my chain, he gon’ die for a view
ain’t no eye for eye, b*tch it’s h*ll on earth
better hope for the best and prepare for the worst
we gon’ hit where it hurts
we taking your brother and b*tch out first
we might get your mother at church
might come to your funeral, shoot up your he*rs*
b*tch i be geekin’ to catch my vet
pull up, walk down, i don’t shoot out the whip
get up on my man, i know who imma hit
i ain’t hittin’ no kids, i don’t shoot up no rips
i’m paid in full like i’m mitch
you n*ggas coward, keep hating the power
i’m in the trap, steady countin’
i bust down the bag and went 50 the ounces
i got some homies locked down in the mountains
for every [?] i’m making a thousand
i’m in the jets, stuck in public housing
i grew up in saks and i drip like the fountain
[chorus]
these n*ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b*tch i’m a outlet
i f*ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n*gga can’t count that
dig in your b*tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n*gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f*cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b*tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n*gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot
these n*ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b*tch i’m a outlet
i f*ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n*gga can’t count that
dig in your b*tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n*gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f*cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b*tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n*gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot
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