Babyface Ray - Lynch Em lyrics

Yeah (Whoever don't cook it
They gon have to do the dishes) yeah
Yeah i'm feelin blessed man
Ok KMoney

I can see em standing in
The crowd yelling lynch em (oh yeah)
How could I retire from the
Streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
Whoever done cook it
They gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
Bad lil bitch her taste
In fashion is exquisite (I like that)
Ugly big B's it's ridiculous
It's funny I can a nigga main to my mistress
(that's my hoe)
All that talkin down slit his
Throat like I'm whispers
Baby I'm a hoodlum I was
Raised in the trenches (yeah)
Hell yeah I'm talking fish scale
But where the fishes (where they at)
E light full of bitchs
Got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
Almost lost it all
Threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
Baby I'm a dog touchdown bitch let's get it
(let's get it) niggas grown as hell n steal
Purp and I don't get (I'm lost)
Say you did what back when must of missed it
(when you do that)
When I was in the field back when
I ain't see these niggas faces
(none of these niggas)
Bitch I ain't trippin
If you trippin it's replacements
Big woods spread it full wax
They think I laced it (yeah)
Ignant young nigga throwing money
On the waitress (I'm gonna fuck her)
Oh you think you cut boy
You runnin with sheep (crazy)
The only statement that was made
Fuck the police (fuck em)
Counting dead prez why you think
It's called the white house (yeah)
Put your hand on baby they gone
Cuts your fucking lights out (grraa)
You wanna make some money
Baby can you drive my right now (I need you)
Everyday a dollar nigga tell me
What your life bout
Red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet
(red)
Touchdowns in the nd, told em I was bandsteve
(haha) i can sell em hands free, I
Can sell em hands on
I don't give a fuck what
They say imma stand strong
(10 stripes nigga) a little in your baggies
Put a lil in your purse
Give some effort towards that rapper
Still investing in that work
Niggas asking what happened
Brodie stabbed me, i was hurt
I'm just finishing my last ones tryna
Grab some for the first
Musta admit God blessed a nigga
I ain't really stressing nigga
Babygirl came and she left a nigga
I don't want that dope if
I can't stretch it nigga drinking Texas
Countin' in a Lexus with my Texas niggas
If hatin' was a crime
They'd arrest these niggas
I ain't do shit but wait my turn
Just the next one wit it
Fuck the beans I should by a
Doc and tax for visit
Same bitch who curved me tryna fuck
Me cause my neck is jittin'
All that fucking money but I
Still don't respect these niggas
Crying for attention I guess
Momma was neglecting niggas