Babyfxce E - 12:45 In Detroit lyrics
Babyfxce E [Efrem Jamaar Blackwell] Flint, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
prod by marcboomin
[Babyfxce E - 12:45 In Detroit lyrics]
(Marc Boomin, this you?) It's with an X
Nigga Fxce! Man, y'all niggas don't fuck
With me for real, man
Y'all just sittin' around waiting to see if
I fuck up or fail or something
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, I'm still here
I'm just gettin' started with
This shit for real, for real
Like, on the serious side okay! Alright
It's crazy
I just started rapping and I'm passin' niggas
I'm at the one, you at the two
So our passes different
I'm gifted, while you struggling
With this shit
I'm out here laughing with it
Stop textin' me 'bout what Ganja Gods
Got and go ask them niggas
Nigga I am not a worker
Bitch, you just peed in my bed
You is not a squirter
This bitch'll get to bustin' everywhere I
Guess the Glock is fertile
Stick my gun in these
Three hundred dollar jeans
Now my chop is Purple now that's real shit
I just made your month's pay
In just a lil' trip
I make you think I'm payin', so honestly
I don't steal shit
I ain't even drop no 'fit
This just some chill shit
Labels blowin' my phone, I ain't
Tryna sign no deal, bitch
I'm just now gettin' turnt, nigga
I ain't tryna sign
Almost lined my nigga up for
Steppin' out of line
This a Glock 23, bitch, this is not a 9
You want a 10, 15
Or a 30? It go by your body size
I mean by your body weight
I just stepped out with the Drac'
So ain't nobody safe
Flint got hella talent, but everybody laced
You tryna cuff a bitch that
Don't wanna be cuffed
Is you dumb? That's everybody bae
Stolen Scat Pack on Miller Road
I'm scratching off the jakes
Dumb nigga aimed the micro Drac'
It smacked him in the face if rap fail
You gon' catch me out in traffic with the yay
Text my opp "Allahu akbar" and leave
A package where he stay
I got a fast car just
To come fashionably late i got a face card
Don't pay a fraction of what you pay
Spent two thousand on a vault just to
Put the ratchets in a safe
We just caught an opp lackin'
See the satisfaction in my face
Two slim body Scats that'll cost
You four a piece
The right window broke in the back
But least you car note free
You can just bring me some snacks
I don't eat pork and beef
It's a push button on back of
The strap like some foreign keys
My nigga punch so many Jordans
I call him Draymond Green
My nigga poured another four
It's like a neon pink
Niggas pull up to the session just
To see how I think niggas weird
Tryna fuck every bitch that they know I beat
I know my bitch bad
I know you tryna knock her down
I know you talking down to her
About me when I'm not around
Little do you know
You not sayin' no shit that's not announced
My old niggas tried to compete with me
That's why they not around they be like, "E
Let me me know when it's a cat around"
And when it's cat around
They let me know when it's a Scat around
You know what that mean
That mean niggas funds low
Give my opp some pointers and tell
His ass keep a gun close
Pocket rocket in the moose knuckle
This bitch a snubnose
Balenciaga with the Purple jeans
These my club clothes
Pull up to the club, drop a dub
And make the club close
I don't gotta deal with the middle mans
That's what the plug for
Nigga Fxce! Man, y'all niggas don't fuck
With me for real, man
Y'all just sittin' around waiting to see if
I fuck up or fail or something
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, I'm still here
I'm just gettin' started with
This shit for real, for real
Like, on the serious side okay! Alright
It's crazy
I just started rapping and I'm passin' niggas
I'm at the one, you at the two
So our passes different
I'm gifted, while you struggling
With this shit
I'm out here laughing with it
Stop textin' me 'bout what Ganja Gods
Got and go ask them niggas
Nigga I am not a worker
Bitch, you just peed in my bed
You is not a squirter
This bitch'll get to bustin' everywhere I
Guess the Glock is fertile
Stick my gun in these
Three hundred dollar jeans
Now my chop is Purple now that's real shit
I just made your month's pay
In just a lil' trip
I make you think I'm payin', so honestly
I don't steal shit
I ain't even drop no 'fit
This just some chill shit
Labels blowin' my phone, I ain't
Tryna sign no deal, bitch
I'm just now gettin' turnt, nigga
I ain't tryna sign
Almost lined my nigga up for
Steppin' out of line
This a Glock 23, bitch, this is not a 9
You want a 10, 15
Or a 30? It go by your body size
I mean by your body weight
I just stepped out with the Drac'
So ain't nobody safe
Flint got hella talent, but everybody laced
You tryna cuff a bitch that
Don't wanna be cuffed
Is you dumb? That's everybody bae
Stolen Scat Pack on Miller Road
I'm scratching off the jakes
Dumb nigga aimed the micro Drac'
It smacked him in the face if rap fail
You gon' catch me out in traffic with the yay
Text my opp "Allahu akbar" and leave
A package where he stay
I got a fast car just
To come fashionably late i got a face card
Don't pay a fraction of what you pay
Spent two thousand on a vault just to
Put the ratchets in a safe
We just caught an opp lackin'
See the satisfaction in my face
Two slim body Scats that'll cost
You four a piece
The right window broke in the back
But least you car note free
You can just bring me some snacks
I don't eat pork and beef
It's a push button on back of
The strap like some foreign keys
My nigga punch so many Jordans
I call him Draymond Green
My nigga poured another four
It's like a neon pink
Niggas pull up to the session just
To see how I think niggas weird
Tryna fuck every bitch that they know I beat
I know my bitch bad
I know you tryna knock her down
I know you talking down to her
About me when I'm not around
Little do you know
You not sayin' no shit that's not announced
My old niggas tried to compete with me
That's why they not around they be like, "E
Let me me know when it's a cat around"
And when it's cat around
They let me know when it's a Scat around
You know what that mean
That mean niggas funds low
Give my opp some pointers and tell
His ass keep a gun close
Pocket rocket in the moose knuckle
This bitch a snubnose
Balenciaga with the Purple jeans
These my club clothes
Pull up to the club, drop a dub
And make the club close
I don't gotta deal with the middle mans
That's what the plug for