6aka6aka6aka & Chri$$y - BR!DGE BABIES (feat. Alias Lee!)

All i want is love nigga all i have is hate
All i want is trust nigga all i have is fake
All i have is drugs nigga what i want can't take
What i have ain't fun nigga all i want is space
You won't catch me in no lie cuz i never cap nigga
Truth say my hand tats nigga
It's an eye for an eye i go tit for tat nigga
My strap it gon kickback nigga
If there's one thing about me lil bitch
It's that i'm going to get my get back nigga
Bitch i'm doing all a-mf-lone
Wut it take u to do wit a pack nigga
Bitch i dropped out fuck school n college
Of all of the trades i am a jack nigga
I ain't spend a day in the mf streets
But u won't catch a young nigga lack nigga
I won't be happy till i have a 10 n by a 10
I mean that ass fat nigga
I won't be happy till my days on this earth
Are outweighed by all my racks lil bitch
Say u love me is it real
Bitch You gon never know how I feel
Fuk da fakes I'm da real
I don't be chasin pussy I chase mil
In da trap yea we playin wit sticks
He jus mad cause I fucked on his bitch
All my bruvahs we jus tryna get rich
Alias lee he go to the straight to da zone
U not a boss u can't handle ya own
I could never put my trust in hoe
I know sum shooters dats ready to blow
Ready 4 war bitch I'm ready to go
I wanna flood my wrist wit diamonds
I want sum Cubans round my fuckin neck
New niggas start rappin
Spoiled boy start trappin
I could never take u serious
Turn dis shit up to make sure dat u hearing dis
Damn u Chrissy u to Alias
I like living in da dark
I like never be seen
I got pistols wit a beam
Dirty sprite I luv da lean
Mask up, not Halloween
Thoughts yea they flooded just straight to the dome
Only answer when you on my phone
Stuck in my head yea feelin alone
A blunt in my hand I'm feelin at home
You by my side girl that's what I'm on
I am king you niggas just pawns
Gas warm my lungs now feelin real gone
Think bout your name now writin this song
I get to the racks I stay bout my bread
One of yo niggas done turned to a fed
Two in the chamber end up in yo head
Three bitches calling I left em on read
I swear I'm best but you can just try
A Glock on my hip and yo bitch by my side
I stay in the shadows I'm feelin like pride
Ain't talkin bout bread then get out my ride
The money get to it
In cash I'm fluent
Yo bitch I'm pullin
In last you coolin
Walk in the store and im dressed in all black
Too deep with the crew so I go through the back
You switch on the gang gon get yo ass wacked
I'm focus on bread just countin up racks
Yeah I'm just countin up racks
Ima just do what I do
These bitches around be like nats
So Ima just throw up the oop
So I just be my holdin my tool
You acting around like a fool
Yo bitch! Just make a move
Yo bitch! Claimin we cool
Got so many thots they stay on my mind
Like when will I make it i stay on the grind
Like when will I fake like bitches be cryin
Like when will I break it I'm beating her spine
She gave me her heart but ain't give her mine
I'm counting up racks while pourin up lines
I'm counting up stack with you on my mind
When talkin bout facts you niggas be lying
You won't catch me in no lie cuz i never cap nigga
Truth say my hand tats nigga
It's an eye for an eye i go tit for tat nigga
My strap it gon kickback nigga
If there's one thing about me lil bitch
It's that i'm going to get my get back nigga
Bitch i'm doing all a-mf-lone
Wut it take u to do wit a pack nigga
Bitch i dropped out fuck school n college
Of all of the trades i am a jack nigga
I ain't spend a day in the mf streets
But u won't catch a young nigga lack nigga
I won't be happy till i have a 10 n by a 10
I mean that ass fat nigga
I won't be happy till my days on this earth
Are outweighed by all my racks lil bitch

Written by:
Christian Salinas, Jadon Litzbarski McLean, Mark Marshall

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