Baby 8

Lyrics

There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah)
 Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag)
 AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags)
 4 doors roll the window down, it'll be your nap
 5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those
 That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke
 7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
 8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove)
 All these bitches sneaky on my bro, you gotta watch those
 Niggas really switching over fame, they talking like hoes
 All my niggas trapping really savage and they got poles
 Let a nigga tripping, I'mma put him in a choke hold
 They say, Nigga, when I hop out that Wraith
 And they all tryna come be my friend but I just want the cake
 True to myself cuz I know a lot of niggas fake
 I used to want clout, I grew up from that phase
 Making me play, so that 'Rari switch lanes
 Niggas gon hate, give two fucks cuz I'm paid
 Always make noise when we come to your state
 Keep playing games, we gon' come to your place
 And bounce out with K's
 There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah)
 Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag)
 AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags)
 4 doors roll the window down, it'll be your nap
 5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those (yeah)
 That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke
 7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
 8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove)
 (Bitch)
 

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Duration
01:46
Key
1
Tempo
163 BPM

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