Baby Baby
Mike Waggoner And Bops Lyrics

Look
Pay attention

Mask on, nike tech, yeah its the grave digga
I am wearing a mask and Nike clothing, indicating I am going to do something serious

Geeked up, im full of meds, these aint no painkillas
I am hyped up on drugs that are not painkillers

Blicced up, watch out fo feds, blue men tryna git us
I am armed and cautious of the police trying to arrest us

Fucc a witness, i take off his head bullets they gon fill em
I do not care about witnesses, I will kill them and leave their body filled with bullets

We gon drill em, up in new york we be turnt as a bitch
We will shoot them, in New York we are very active and hyped up

2 door coupe, mercedez benz watch me skrtt off da bitch
I drive a two-door Mercedes Benz and watch me speed away from danger

Hol up
Wait a minute

Its gittin chilly when i flicc at the wrist
The weather is feeling cold when I flick my wrist to show off my jewelry

How they allow it, all my outifts flooded up wit dis drip
I am wondering how I am allowed to wear so much expensive jewelry and clothing

It make sense, ive been doubted but im gittin the grip
It is logical, I have been doubted but now I am gaining success

Ya sum cowards who jus be buggin steady subbin my shii
You are all cowards who are jealous and trying to put me down

Must feel sour, when im uppin got dem bumpin my hits
It must be frustrating for you to hear my successful music played by everyone else

Rainshower, thunder clappin when im dumpin dis sticc
It feels like a storm with rain and thunder when I shoot my gun

Listen, 518 baby, you know who you playin wit?
Listen to me, I am from the 518 area and you know who you are messing with

Bitch im rollin crazy, Nd im not talkin bout smokin it
I am acting wild and I am not referring to smoking marijuana

Always growin up, i was nothin more than jodis kid
When I was growing up, I was known as the child of Jodi

Now im blowin up, alla love i git is counterfeit
Now that I am successful, everyone who claims to love me is fake

Git ya money up, my poccets filled wit dem dead bodies
Get your money up, my pockets are filled with the money I earned from killing people

Got yo funny up, ya gonna end up the next homi
You are trying to be funny but you may end up being the next victim

Ridin inna uber, watchin you movin real sloppy
I am riding in an Uber and watching you move around carelessly

The choppa got extension, fo tension Nd dats fo anybody
My gun has an extension for precision and I am willing to use it on anyone

Listen, off the percys imma demon
Listen to me, the drugs I am on make me act like a demon

2 gloccs, lil bop really beamin
I have two guns and Lil Bop is showing off with his gun

Deadstocc, osk cant be beaten
I wear shoes that cannot be bought and OSK is unbeatable

Loaded up, its sosa bliccy, you mickey, you snitchin bitches, rollin sticcy iccy
I am loaded with a gun and Sosa has a gun too. You are snitches and we are smoking marijuana

Got bitties, they showin titties
I have girls with big breasts who like to show them off

He got 10 but i want 50, silly thought u ran the city
He has 10 guns but I want 50, it is ridiculous to think he controls the city

I git busy wit narcotics, the bitches Nd drugs exotic
I deal drugs and have exotic women around me

Im watchin the paper pilin, while you stressin, im smilin
I am making money while you worry, and I am happy about it

Listen, filing statememts, dat leave you dead on the pavement
Listen to me, I am filing false claims that may lead to your death

Not payin up all your payments have a date wit my stainless
If you do not pay what you owe, you will face my gun

Im booted up down inna basement, be patient the time i waited to say dat i made my placement, alla bullshii i faced it
I am equipped and ready for danger in the basement. I have waited a long time to say that I have achieved success and have faced many obstacles

Smokin za str8 off the wake up
I am smoking marijuana right after waking up

New york Nd we cause a shake up
In New York, we cause a stir or disruption

Talking shii, go git ya cake up
You are talking nonsense, go earn some money

Dead prezzys up on my paper
I have pictures of dead presidents on my money

See ya later, imma aligator walk off dis beat
Goodbye, I am leaving now like an alligator walking away from this song

Gotta hunnid, hummin bullets turn ya right into mincemeat
I have a hundred bullets that will turn you into minced meat