Baby Keem - sons & critics freestyle lyrics
Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr.
[Baby Keem - sons & critics freestyle lyrics]
You a critic, boy, shut the fuck up
I'm a freak ho, hit her, dawg
And I'm in the cut she on white
'cause I energize her way too much
If we got up on a pic, ho, it's
Time to pick it up, up, up, up
And my neck King Tut, ah ha ha
I go up with the goons if I must, ah ha ha
And my bitch always catch a nut, ah ha ha
Double D's, but she throw the B's up
Ah ha ha ayy, this that big road rage
This ain't one-way street
Time to flip the regime
Welcome to the new me
She don't know when I land
But she know when I leave
This that raw and uncut
This that young Hykeem
Bitch, dressed in Vogue, she's a slim one
Woah don't front, you was just
Where I livе, woah, woah
Ho, my cousin elevator in his crib, woah
Woah ho, my baby pictures probably
On his fridgе, woah, woah
They playin' right long
They ain't talkin' on the phone
We got Telfar bags
What's your taste level on?
Mine is pgLang, no, you didn't hear wrong
Ho, that bag thirteen hundred
Take your peachy ass home
Oh, you a sidekick, ho? Your Luigi ass on
Say he takin' care of you
He just cut the gas on
Okay, baby, get your money
Hit me when you're back on
I'm jaded to the hustle
Prove my critic ass wrong
Your last one told me that
She 'bout to bounce back
I give her backstrokes, ew, now she mad
Oh, you really thought you had one?
You ain't had to sweat one
Won the folks hearts
Several million for my last one
Listen boys, listen up, listen quick
If your bitch ain't black
Don't pose for the pic
Deep down we all know the
Hoes really hate that shit
Fuck that ordinary bitch
Get you an insane bitch
I'm a philosopher, she a brain doctor
pg headquarters
In the field playin' soccer
Heart of the team, number ten on my locker
Ayy, you niggas silly, boy
Hot sauce on your, boy
What you look like flyin' in? Stay
Your ass in null and void
Told myself these hoes ain't shit
And niggas always makin' noise
Had to flip ten million with 'em
Big investments with the (Woo)
It's a lot of sponge around me
Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho ho, ho, ho
It's a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me
Get the fuck from 'round me ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
I'm a freak ho, hit her, dawg
And I'm in the cut she on white
'cause I energize her way too much
If we got up on a pic, ho, it's
Time to pick it up, up, up, up
And my neck King Tut, ah ha ha
I go up with the goons if I must, ah ha ha
And my bitch always catch a nut, ah ha ha
Double D's, but she throw the B's up
Ah ha ha ayy, this that big road rage
This ain't one-way street
Time to flip the regime
Welcome to the new me
She don't know when I land
But she know when I leave
This that raw and uncut
This that young Hykeem
Bitch, dressed in Vogue, she's a slim one
Woah don't front, you was just
Where I livе, woah, woah
Ho, my cousin elevator in his crib, woah
Woah ho, my baby pictures probably
On his fridgе, woah, woah
They playin' right long
They ain't talkin' on the phone
We got Telfar bags
What's your taste level on?
Mine is pgLang, no, you didn't hear wrong
Ho, that bag thirteen hundred
Take your peachy ass home
Oh, you a sidekick, ho? Your Luigi ass on
Say he takin' care of you
He just cut the gas on
Okay, baby, get your money
Hit me when you're back on
I'm jaded to the hustle
Prove my critic ass wrong
Your last one told me that
She 'bout to bounce back
I give her backstrokes, ew, now she mad
Oh, you really thought you had one?
You ain't had to sweat one
Won the folks hearts
Several million for my last one
Listen boys, listen up, listen quick
If your bitch ain't black
Don't pose for the pic
Deep down we all know the
Hoes really hate that shit
Fuck that ordinary bitch
Get you an insane bitch
I'm a philosopher, she a brain doctor
pg headquarters
In the field playin' soccer
Heart of the team, number ten on my locker
Ayy, you niggas silly, boy
Hot sauce on your, boy
What you look like flyin' in? Stay
Your ass in null and void
Told myself these hoes ain't shit
And niggas always makin' noise
Had to flip ten million with 'em
Big investments with the (Woo)
It's a lot of sponge around me
Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho ho, ho, ho
It's a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me
Get the fuck from 'round me ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho