KAMAARA, lil darkie, BRUHMANEGOD - BABA lyrics

Yeah hEAL
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah (Ha ha)
Yeah, yeah

Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane?
Tryna run up on me nigga you insane
"Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?"
Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain!

Brain, brain, eat your brains nigga
I might shoot your cousin
Get to bustin' with the same trigger
Uh, I’m a motherfuckin' grave digger
Kicking and screamin'
I’m deciding where you lay nigga
Uh, I'm a piece of shit
Twitter finger run it nigga you
Gon' get your nieces hit, ra ra
Bitch II always got da fa-fa yuh, yuh
Nigga sweating when he see the na, na baba
I been hitting since a midget


Leave a nigga spinning 3
Holes make him fidget
Rigid, not hard like you soft niggas saying
Why you playing wit me nigga, you not legit
Digit

Boy with that big MAC
Whiplash blow your whole shit back
Big 30 on me pussy (zig zag)
Blast from the m8
Matte black, get 'em straight
That's the shit that happens when you
Eatin' off my damn plate
Better cancel on your bitch
In on your fuckin' plans
Hollow tips flyin' through yo
Body like a hologram
Don’t you kid me, fuckin’ lil bitch
Fuck about yo mans
P-P-P-P-Put this molly on yo tummy
And lemme see you dance quicker then clock
Pull out the metal and shoot at the opps
What did it take, it took a lot
Spoke to the devil, he came here to rot
Check out the store, turn on the block
Because we not taking some shit for the rock
What did it take, it took a lot
What did it take, it took a- yuh
Tryna' run up on me pussy in my lane
Tryna’ run up on me pussy you in-sane
Tryna' run up on your gang, hit that stain
Tryna' run up on me pussy, eat your brain
Tryna' run up on me pussy in my lane
Tryna’ run up on me pussy you in-sane
Tryna' run up on your gang, hit that stain
Tryna' run up on me pussy, eat your brain

I might go drop the
Fucking pistol so official
If it's fiscal you can run up on me now
Meet my fun little trigga, if I dismiss you
Here a tissue for that runny funny frown
You a clown, you ain't down
Tryin wit it for shivers your face
Is spinnin sum lima so
He ain't ever have to run
Jus fucking count em up, face is pounding
Final batch faced off for
Days finna rage quit, wait
Tell the a's and the basic
Everybody pray for who basic
Ain't it a waste
Every day I hear the same shit
Leavin his face on the pavement, WASTED
Tryna run up on me man
You better do some dirty shit
I leave their mothers blood
Scattered in the streets
Tryna run up on me climba
You might have to put me down for no reason
You don't even needa speak
Tryna run up on me dude, I can't wait
Tryna run up on me foolish, you in pain
Tryna run up on me faggot, hitcho head
40's on me madam meetcho fate

Bitch ass nigga
I could put yo' head back like whiplash
Trigga, where the fuck are you nigga at?
You clutching a bigger gat?
You sucking a nigga sack for
A feature to bring you
Back from the dead cuz yo shit is wack
Keep your friends close
Keep your enemies closer
I wonder if you other people know I do
Why you fucking hella randoms low IQ
Why you rolling every weekend
Then complain that you depressed
Why you actin like a pussy
Nigga put on that dress
Why you spending every waking
Moment settling for less?
Why you posting on the internet
And caring 'bout a number
Why you rapping like you wit it
But you tweeting like a bummer
Shut the fuck up nigga everyday is summer
Bitch I woke up, ate a carrot and cucumber
Most you niggas only eat
High cuz it's "funner"
Try eating sober see if you
Een got an appetite
Doin too much rapping, too much capping
You a faggot type i be doing work
And going stupid in the black of night

Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane?
Tryna run up on me nigga you insane
"Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?"
Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain!

Brain, brain, I might eat yo' brains nigga
I might get to buzzin
Bitch it's baba to you nigga, I'm Indian