7.62 - BabyQue

Pipe that shit up TnT Dmac on the fuckin' track I say, uh, oh, yeah, look In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it A whole lotta bring problems But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow Wanna see me demonstrate? '87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face These hoes they want me to chase I don't keep my sneakers laced I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet Flew my cars out to LA I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate We been off for some decades Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?] Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?] Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie Lab man, he got [?] by the I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh Are you niggar, do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin' When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me I know that cuck real good, I just can't put down the shit I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it Look at where I live You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib I pay more than 1.5 for it Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit Long live all of my niggas where we done came Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard