Baby E

Ooh, baby, baby, Ooh, Who are you for? Said we'd never fuck again, but I'm still gon' Try you. Losing interest 'cause I only call to Pipe you. Lack of interest, baby, please, You in denial. Say my name, let 'em hear It in the crowd, yeah. White VVS on and I keep a check, though. Runnin' through this rap Shit, I feel like Pacheco. Come and see the best flow, you'll see where The rest go. I don't know how you feel, But I feel like we connect though. Stuntin' on these hoes way too long, life crazy. Why not put it in my motherfuckin' song? Different nights, different girls. Takin' shots with your bitch, askin' questions like, "If your man came in here trippin', would you Switch? Would you stay with me? Would you get away with me?" Need a classy lil' hoe, cop a old pink With me. I give rich nigga vibes on that Rich nigga time. He be talkin' 'bout that shit, But he ain't livin' what he rhyme. In a different CS, switchin' lanes in some different Shit. Switchin' it, I don't like when it's a Hit or miss, all hits. Call shots, nigga, call this. Big dog, even when I was a small pick. And please don't forget, boo, at your back for Sure, yeah. Try me like a sucker, I'm gon' Drop the lo', yeah. Left her where she standin', I ain't feel the vibe, no. I'd rather spend some money, not extendin' time. I'd rather get me 'fore all that's me and Mine. Who do it like me? For where I'm from, a lot. Thinkin' 'bout the journey make a nigga cry. You ain't have to swim back to the surface Just to stay alive. Shed so many tears, I'm On Tupac shit. Currently, I'm ridin' 'round with two Glocks, yeah. Came to get some food at the Jamaican spot. At Venice and La Brea at the Taco Truck. Throw your wrist up or you can give your Bitch up. Hatin' on a real one, they be Quick to switch up. Meet another hatin' nigga, They be quick to click it up. You was in in 2012, we past 2021. Yeah, throw your wrist up or you can give Your bitch up. Hatin' on a real one, they Be quick to switch up. Meet another hatin' nigga, they be quick to click It up. You was in in 2012, nigga. Stop livin' in the past when your future in Your face. CEO pace with the wealthy on the Plate. This some luxury shit, lil' nigga, You a bitch. If the police came now, you Would probably tell 'em this. Hunnid mil' cash, that was always on the list. You wasn't in your bag, you was in bag With the bitch. I'm actin' fool with the shit, Smokin' bomb with the blow on my lip. I just fuck in the club and you don't Hear it like, "Baby, can we talk about some Shit that probably matter?" Take you back to the room, we chillin' there Forever. Take a shower, then you jumpin' in this King size. Beat it up with your friends sittin' Ringside.