Omeretta The Great - BABA lyrics

I got this drank in my
Hand but might throw it
On a bitch if she look at me funny
Bitches be talking that gangsta shit
Say we ain’t bout it tuh
They know how we coming

If they play we act up
One wrong move get active
Don’t get close bitch back up
Can’t be broke that’s bad luck
Put shit on you BABA
One wrong move that’s BYE-BYE
Make these bullets
Go FY FY Rock that baby GAGA

Rock that baby to sleep
I tell em it’s nap time Bitches get wrong
They know that it’s slap
Time niggas play crazy
I keep me a strap nine but that boy down
Now he think he got baptized
Cuz he laid down in that water
They tried to play dumb
But I told em I’m smarter
Put one on his hеad
I done sold him his daughter
They want mе to gas em but I’m not a charger
Look
I don’t play games and my name not Nintendo
Nobody safe give a fuck bout yo Kin folk
Is this what u want do you
Know what you in fo
Like please think again for my lil stendo
And you can’t go back then
Ima see bout that later no back end
Ima talk bout u bad like a bad friend
You ain’t popping no more you a has been
Why the fuck do bitches keep talking
When I don’t like speaking
To peions You green with envy
But give me the blues
I guess ima call you a crayon
I cut that nigga right off he ain’t
No red flags them bitches was neon
They told me I got haters but I’m focused on
Money I swear ion see nun but look

If they play we act up
One wrong move get active Don’t get
Close bitch back up Can’t
Be broke that’s bad luck Put shit on you BABA
One wrong move that’s BYE-BYE
Make these bullets
Go FY FY Rock that baby GAGA
One wrong move get active Don’t get
Close bitch back up Can’t
Be broke that’s bad luck Put shit on you BABA
One wrong move that’s BYE-BYE
Make these bullets
Go FY FY Rock that baby GAGA

Make these bullets go up in the air for real
It’s time for choppa storm
Built from a different cloth
I been a gangsta before the Glock was born
He sending threats okay put him on his
Neck and watched his mama mourn
Nah stop the violence we just went jumped the
Man then went to cop the Jordan’s
We be out stepping on Tuesday
Put one of his head like a toupee
Keep a bag full of paper a couple of led
Have it right on my back, like a school day
These bitches ain’t fucking with me
They out fucking for free
But I’ll fuck em for Nan
For I fuck for a fee
That’s too close to the trick
But they want that lil treat
And I don’t want that nigga
Just want that lil seat
Look we been bout that action
If They say that we not then they capping
If they think it’s sweet
Then round of applause
Cuz these bitches gone get to clapping
We get the money the niggas
The glory the figures
We winning don’t care what they say
Stepping on everybody face
At the end of the day
Everybody know not to play (Ya dig)

If they play we act up
One wrong move get active
Don’t get close bitch
Back up Can’t be broke that’s bad luck
Put shit on you BABA
One wrong move that’s BYE-BYE
Make these bullets
Go FY FY Rock that baby GAGA
I got this drank in my
Hand but might throw it
On a bitch if she look at me funny
If they play we act up
One wrong move get active
Don’t get close bitch
Back up Can’t be broke that’s bad luck
Put shit on you BABA
One wrong move that’s BYE-BYE
Make these bullets
Go FY FY Rock that baby GAGA
I got this drank in my
Hand but might throw it
On a bitch if she look at me funny