Follow My Lead
Baby Beesh Lucky SPM Lyrics
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Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)
[Second Verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
I come through with the blue Coug
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Little Christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'
Got a line and he went fishin'
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
Representing of the way Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
Chevy on perely
Nigga I be sippin' lean
And I'm counting green
'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
Chorus
[Third Verse]
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
Momma mad, 'cause I just just failed my piss test
Brain deader than a door knob
This is, for my road dog
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
The one to put a dope house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
My door got kicked in once before
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
I put holes up in they asses
Broke em' like some glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
Chorus
In the first verse of "Follow My Lead," Baby Beesh introduces himself as a money-making commando who is blowing up like a candle. He boasts of his possessions, including Jaguars, Testerosas, and a Motorola phone while staying high and never sober, with women makin' love to his poster. Beesh takes pride in his playboy lifestyle, as well as his drug use and ability to make good girls turn to sinners. He claims the life of a money maker and has left any drama or issues behind. The chorus tells listeners to follow Beesh's lead, but not to do as he says, offering an ironic twist.
The second verse sees him reminiscing on his childhood and how he was once punished by his mother. However, now, he is smoking weed in the Bahamas while having sex with stunning ladies. Beesh raps about driving a range of luxury cars while wearing Versace pajamas, earning himself the title of sex symbol. He references his criminal past and confesses to failing a drug test, utilizing a playful wordplay with the line, "I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens." He says he's a robot controlling the streets and is not afraid to get violent when faced with trouble. He ends the verse by stating he can easily seduce someone's girlfriend and then discarding them.
Line by Line Meaning
Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
Introducing himself as Baby Beesh, the rapper boasts about his skills in making money
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
Like a soldier on a mission, Baby Beesh asserts his dominance and brags about his expensive jewelry
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
Comparing himself to a legendary film actor, Baby Beesh describes his modern style and class
Squares don't understando
People who are not part of his world cannot understand him
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
Baby Beesh is unstoppable when he's flipping through TV channels, and warns people not to mess with him
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
High on marijuana, Baby Beesh keeps buying expensive cars and flipping them over
Getting' Jags and Testerosas
He's acquiring luxury cars like Jaguars and Testerosas
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
Baby Beesh uses Motorola phones and drinks Coca-Cola while consistently staying high
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
He has groupies who adore him and make love to his posters
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Baby Beesh has an unpredictable attitude but always has lots of money
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
He's committed to smoking marijuana and doesn't want any drama in his life
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
He's both a ladies' man and a natural money-maker
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
He earns money by selling both green marijuana and white powder snow (likely cocaine)
Make a good girl turn to sinna
He can turn a good girl into a sinner
Puttin' inches all up in her
Baby Beesh brags about his sexual conquests
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
After he gets a woman high on drugs, she becomes a breadwinner for him
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
He's looking for wealthy partners and threatens to break down someone's door to get to them
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go
Anyone who tries to fight him should just give up and let him have his way
I remember way back in the day
Baby Beesh reminisces about his past
I used to get spankings from my momma
He recalls being disciplined by his mother when he was young
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The Bahamas
He's grown up and now smoking marijuana in the Bahamas
got a pair of Versace pajamas
He wears fancy designer pajamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
Women find him irresistible
I come through with the blue Coug
He drives a blue Cougar
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
He's dreaming of getting a Lexus limousine
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
He's swinging his car left and right to show off his expensive necklace
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
The diamond in his pinky ring is so bright it blinds people
'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes Right in your spine
He believes it's his time to shine and will hurt anyone who tries to stop him
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Whenever someone criticizes his music
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
He will physically assault anyone who disrespects him
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
He's so confident in his music that he tells people to stop and rewind his songs
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Like a bottle of alcohol, he will shine and be the life of the party
Little Christian on a mission
He refers to himself as a little Christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
He's becoming more famous and getting more recognition
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin
He's driving an Expedition and plans to make it shine
Got a line and he went fishin'
He's caught a good opportunity and taken advantage of it
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
He's telling people to pay attention to his style and mentions smoking a large joint (Fano)
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
He has more money than a lottery winner
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian the lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
He's the chosen one, a Christian, a lucky person from outside of Yukon (a nod to his Mexican roots)
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
He's driving a 4-wheeler and pimping women
Representing of the way Houston
He's representing Houston and its style
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS Chevy on perely
He and Levy are a force to be reckoned with, driving a Chevy SS car
Nigga I be sippin' lean
He drinks a mixture of codeine and soda known as lean
And I'm counting green
He's counting his money
'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
He's all about making money (feria is Spanish for money)
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
He promises that this song is tough and strong like his penis
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
He's bragging about being a great cook and winning an Olympic event for cooking the most chicken
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
He's living a luxurious life and using Spanish slang for his success
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
He's skilled at hockey and making money, and nobody can do it better than him
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
He's at his best when he's under pressure and has smoke in his chest
Momma mad, 'cause I just just failed my piss test
His mother is upset because he failed a drug test
Brain deader than a door knob
His brain is dead and not functioning properly
This is, for my road dog
He dedicates this song to his close friend
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
He and his friend celebrate his release from prison by soliciting oral sex
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
He's humble but in control of the streets like a robot
The one to put a dope house
He's the one responsible for running a drug house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
He apologizes, but he won't stop his illegal activities
My door got kicked in once before
Someone broke down his door once
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
He's sure that the same people won't try to do it again
I put holes up in they asses
He physically hurt those who broke into his house
Broke em' like some glasses
He broke them down easily like breaking glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
They were falling down like his pants
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
He answers your questions while being high like a Mexican
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
He will kidnap someone's girlfriend and have sex with her deeply
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, JUSTIN KEITH HENDERSON, CHRISTOPHER JOHN WHITACRE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Aliens and pyramids and shit
i love this song luckys part is the best
Aliens and pyramids and shit
@Don Vito indeed 😂🤣
Don Vito
Damn 12 years, you still alive foo?
OfficialMannyB
Still remember when Lucky dropped Lucky Me. Time flies!
GGG007 Garcia
Still 🔥🔥 2019
arcenio Randall
My jam shit, back then. Now still jamming in 2022. That H-Twn stomp music.
Sena Kashiwa
this song is very cool.the most fav is lucky and baby bash.nice song
jazelli2011
Bad ass song
Steven Rowin
this that old school shit i used to bump in about 04
marsandoval1
this was off of spm purity album, shit went hard back n the day!