Baby Smoove - Baby Chain lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Baby Chain lyrics]
It's 5: 40 franchise- shit
I drop a bag on ’em, raise the tag on 'em
Yo hoe wanna take a pic
She know it last long
500 thousand in the bank, but 10 cash on me
They say my bag was a bit to big
Look like a bat tho'
Tell me why would I argue wit a
Nigga who could work for me?
Can’t get high inside my Benz
Cuz I'll kill you if you burn my seat
Countin' money wit' my son
I love that nigga, he like a mini-me
My walk-in closet bigger than yo apartment
Nigga you can't fuck wit me
I got "BABY" on my chain
But he really got a baby chain
We put smoke after that boy like a
Nigga won't go show yo state
We a knock a nigga off
We don't give a fuck bout what you claim
Play wit me inside yo city and I
Bet we make you move away
Fastest version of this car
But I still pull up late
Nigga mad, you don't wanna be his friend
I think he gay
Hutch told me what was goin’ on
You niggas jewelry fake hutch I’m sorry
I know that was some shit I wouldn't even
Supposed to say
Louis V duffle bag
Spent a bag to hold the bag
When I swerve outside the lane
The car go back so I don’t crash
I can't even take you serious
You ain't never sold a bag
All my shit be brand new
I'm the one who pop the tag
Nigga think this shit a game
We gon’ have to show his ass
Nigga think this shit a game
Have lil' bro go blow his ass
Got two dracos in my coupe, if you try
You get gassed
They been rappin' for so long
How the fuck I shoot past em?
And I still jet past 'em
I drop a bag on ’em, raise the tag on 'em
Yo hoe wanna take a pic
She know it last long
500 thousand in the bank, but 10 cash on me
They say my bag was a bit to big
Look like a bat tho'
Tell me why would I argue wit a
Nigga who could work for me?
Can’t get high inside my Benz
Cuz I'll kill you if you burn my seat
Countin' money wit' my son
I love that nigga, he like a mini-me
My walk-in closet bigger than yo apartment
Nigga you can't fuck wit me
I got "BABY" on my chain
But he really got a baby chain
We put smoke after that boy like a
Nigga won't go show yo state
We a knock a nigga off
We don't give a fuck bout what you claim
Play wit me inside yo city and I
Bet we make you move away
Fastest version of this car
But I still pull up late
Nigga mad, you don't wanna be his friend
I think he gay
Hutch told me what was goin’ on
You niggas jewelry fake hutch I’m sorry
I know that was some shit I wouldn't even
Supposed to say
Louis V duffle bag
Spent a bag to hold the bag
When I swerve outside the lane
The car go back so I don’t crash
I can't even take you serious
You ain't never sold a bag
All my shit be brand new
I'm the one who pop the tag
Nigga think this shit a game
We gon’ have to show his ass
Nigga think this shit a game
Have lil' bro go blow his ass
Got two dracos in my coupe, if you try
You get gassed
They been rappin' for so long
How the fuck I shoot past em?
And I still jet past 'em