BabyloMoney - Bout it (feat. Da Luna)
Oh you ready for me right now?
Baby Lo
Yo, where the fuck you at
I'm outsideeee
You know that nigga, he gon' die about it
Go home, I bet he probably cry about it
Turn around, testify about it
Do some time, probably lie about it
He said you smoke a drink, I said you swipe or tat?
And if we linked up, get the snitchin' like some mice and brats
Got your nigga in the backseat doin' backflips
Wear designer but, don't got no fuckin' mattress
If I said I want that nigga, I was cappin
Don't got no money, just an 8th, but be trappin
Side niggas do it better, keep draggin
Your homeboy look so good, you need to tag him
You know that nigga, he gon' die about it
Go home, I bet he probably cry about it
Turn around, testify about it
Do some time, probably lie about it
If you she wanna fuck, better come over my place
Shooters right beside me and he aimin' that bitch sideways
Chopper on me, ready, knock the oppas out of timeframe
Always on my grind, I ain't been asleep in five days
Bet you can't name someone better
I can't beef with rappers, that aint even on my level
I was with your bitch, she got makeup on my sweater
When she suck my soul, I could've sworn she was a devil
Diamonds on my feet, ayy, diamonds on my teeth, ayy
Always got a new bitch for every day of the week, ayy
Bitches on my meat, ayy, fashion stay on fleek, ayy
Shout-out to the gang, everybody finna eat, ayy
Big guns, drapes, juicy cakes
Police, checks, bitches feed me grapes
Hop out, Glocks out, finna get knocked out
People know what I'm bout, whole gang gon eat
You know that nigga, he gon' die bout it
Go home out there, he probably cry bout it
Turn around, testify bout it
Do some time, probably lie bout it
Written by:
Brayan Hernandez, Lauryn Anderson
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