DRB - Baby Mama Whitney (feat. Lettyfaam)
Ay, ay, shh, alright, alrightSo like a week and a half ago, my nigga, I got in this accident, nigga
Car got total, shh
Baby Mama Whitney
This one for you, R.I.P
Ay, Baby Mama Whitney, you ain't here with me
Wouldn't be here if a nigga's goin' 50
Fuck nigga, hit me, you was there with me
Grey color mix with a blue like Tiffany
What was he thinkin'? I wish that I knew
4 door shorty, so I said, fuck the coupe
Brand new shoes for the winter just for you
You wasn't all that, but to me, you was cool
You wasn't all that and to many, you was basic
Dent on the bumper, didn't care, you embraced it
Front end damaged from the crash, couldn't take it
Tow picked you up, I was hurt, couldn't fake it
Tow picked you up and dropped you off at the crib
Back and neck strain with a couple bruised ribs
Icy road conditions when I braked, I just slid
Got out the whip like, bro, look what you did
Hopped outthe whip, I was scared to even look
But I ain't no bitch, yuh, nigga, I'm a Brooks
No earthquake, but what I seen had me shook
Told bro, listen, man, you ain't gettin' off the hook
Licensed insurance, grabbed my phone and took a pic
Name said David, but he looked like a Nick
He said he was sorry everything happened quick
Bro started bullshittin', said his neck feelin' stiff
I ain't even mad, I probably would've said the same
Had to call 12, but you know they never came
Called my insurance and then filed a claim
Hey, baby mama Whitney, R.I.P. What a shame
What a shame, nigga
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
R.I.P. baby mama Whitney, man
Big drug dumbass
What you find when you play ass
Like, what he say
Baby mama Whitney, shit gettin' dizzy
You'd be here if it's dumbass could see
I'ma get busy, shoot at his kidney
If you military, I'ma say that I'm kidding
Nah, I'm just playin', can't say that I am
You the type who'd eat green eggs and ham
Shit get bland when the shit's gettin' rimmed
I don't know what I was thinkin', he must been off the Xan
If I was down, another man would've know what to do
Big, big paper chase, he wants a pen to come for you
I bought a brand new car, four doors, not two
Cuz it's four doors shorty, so I say, fuck the coupe
Or we could show up at your crib like, give me the loot
Shit, I would've been pissed, had your ass on mute
I oughta teach your ass a lesson like Master Chief
Like, do you know how to drive? Do you have one
Shit, that might be your last left, so you better think right
Yeah, I'm out in the O, but I'll come overnight
I'm just glad my boy good
More life
Written by:
Darius Brooks
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