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BabyChiefDoit
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jayden Whittier
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Charley Cooks
Produzent:in
Lex Luger
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Ricky Rozay
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Mike Will
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Paroles
I don't need no gun, if shit go down, I'm ready to smack me a nigga
Hashtag, "Youthful", I was like 15, five feet tall, tryna clap me a nigga
Y'all on his dick (ay), that nigga a bitch (ay)
He only hang with the killers (ay, ay)
Niggas can have the 'net 'cause in real life (ay, ay)
Motherfuckers been spanking them niggas (you know the fuck goin' on)
Lord knows I don't like them niggas (what?)
We killin' you too if you hang with them niggas (What? What?)
You fuck with the opps, then you one of the opps
I don't care if you playin' a game with them niggas
Shout-out to the Five, I got love for the villains
Don't care what he got, he a bitch with a pistol (bitch)
You would think I'm a racist
First nigga get caught and I'm hangin' that nigga
First of all, I ain't never duck shit, I'm out of the way 'cause I'm tryna get rich
On B, you niggas be makin' mе sick
Why the fuck is you willin' to die 'bout a bitch? (What the fuck?)
I can havе whoever I want, just hope your lady ain't on my list
This beat make me wanna smack a hoe, where my money at, bitch?
I don't feel like Big Meech (nuh-uh)
I don't feel like Larry Hoover (not at all)
Bitch, I'm BabyChief (slatt) and I'll do ya (bow)
Soon as I get back to the crib (bow), I'm finna pop this school bus (uh-uh)
Dumb nigga thought I was lackin'
Came through blastin', I had my tool tucked (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Fuck your boyfriend, that nigga a loser
You bitch-ass niggas is tough on computers (bitch)
I don't hang with no damn civilians
All my niggas is dealers and shooters (on the guys)
I'm the king of this shit, I'm the ruler (bow)
Catch a nigga tryna eat out at Hooters (on the gang)
Fuck a Glock, I'll swing my Ruger (free the gang)
Fuck a straight, I'll would bounce out an Uber (free the gang, bitch)
I ain't no average kid (uh-uh), I'm really on different shit (for sure)
First of all, this ain't no diss, but last time I checked, four niggas got hit
If I want that shit, I'ma have that shit (ah)
That watch, I'm snatchin' it off of his wrist (bitch)
I'm not a rapper, you dumb-ass kid, I got rich off of talkin' my shit (ah)
I been rich off of takin' them risks (ah), this pink 10 makin' me itch (bitch)
Goddamn, if I had one wish
All of they asses would be dead in a ditch (niggas be gone)
Why the fuck is you friends with a snitch? (What the fuck?)
Stand over him, watchin' him twitch (ah)
All sharks and piranhas, why the fuck would you jump in this water?
You know you a fish (bow, bow, bow, bow)
I don't feel like Big Meech (nuh-uh)
I don't feel like Larry Hoover (not at all)
Bitch, I'm BabyChief (slatt) and I'll do ya (gang, gang)
Soon as I get back to the crib, I'm finna pop this school bus
Dumb nigga thought I was lackin' (shit, bitch)
Came through blastin', I had my tool tucked (brr-ow)
Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on
All that 26 12 shit, bitch
Free the field, we the field, nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ay, die L's, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
Ay, I could do this shit all day, bow, uh
Writer(s): Michael Williams, Lexus Lewis, Robert Williams, Marquel Middlebrooks, David Styles, Charles Forsberg, William Roberts, Jayden Whittier
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