Hey Baby

cherry

semi

better off

mixed and mastered by me
vocals by me
produced by bazou & conz.xo

(slatt)
(say what's up)
Me and twin fin' roll up
Please don't run up, ARP been kicking shit
Pour that four up
In my soda
Twin like "So What?"
Pass the zip
Im not sober
Pour me more up
Im fin' throw up
Im fin' throw up
Dirty cup, this aint no Cola
White bitch sip on Saratoga
She want my kids, i dont even know her
She on the kid, i dont even know her
Brand new truck, all black like Folgers
Trained to kill, im with my soldiers
Oxy tan, got me so tore up
O - Oxy tan, got me so tore up, yeah
Say What? Say What? yeah
Say Whut? Say Whut? yeah
What if it was huh, she know what was, yeah
Twin sippin' mud, bitch im in that cut, yeah
Praise to the sun, My za 1 of 1, yeah
Im smoking Skunk, they said "Zo the one"
Im rapping pain, boy this shit not fun
Rubbing of the paint, I just popped me one
Twin sippin' drank, please don't spill his punch
Slatt, What?
Me and twin get so high
Twin get so high, he just touched the top
They dont want no static
Move like Havik, please dont send that drop
If I roll dont pass it
Twin a savage, he gon' wipe yo snot, slatt
(wipe yo nose, twin said slatt)
Me and twin fin' roll up
Please don't run up, ARP been kicking shit
Pour that four up
In my soda
Twin like "So What?"
Pass the zip
Im not sober
Pour me more up
Im fin' throw up
Im fin' throw up
Dirty cup, this aint no Cola
White bitch sip on Saratoga
She want my kids, i dont even know her
She on the kid, i dont even know her
Brand new truck, all black like Folgers
Trained to kill, im with my soldiers
Oxy tan, got me so tore up
O - Oxy tan, got me so tore up, yeah
(bit' say what? say what? yeah say what?)
(wipe yo nose, twin say slatt) 
(say what? say what?)
(wipe yo nose, twin say slatt) 
(wipe yo nose, twin say slatt)

oxycontin

baseline (p. arxhivee)

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — (Wooh) — ayy, ayy (Let’s Go!)
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta blicks — huh (Brrra)
Ayy, slide through with that— (Skrrt skrrt) yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out with that pressure, heavy metal, we don’t do no talk (Nah)
Diamonds hittin’ like confetti, every step I make they spark (Spark)
I just caught another bag, I treat that shit like it’s a sport (Sport)
I don’t argue, I just flex — bitch, my money do the court (Woo)
She gon’ drop it like confetti when she see me with that pole (Yeah)
Told her “Baby, hold it steady,” ‘cause I’m slidin’ with my bros (Gang)
We ain’t duckin’ nothin’, every opp gon’ meet that beam and glow (Bah-bah!)
If he reachin’ for the chain, we make that niga hit the floor (Boom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bands in the safe, nigas talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
All that fake love, man, I swear that shit disgusting (Yuck)
I don’t trust a soul — I been up, I been hustlin’ (Up)
Draco in the backseat, whisper like it’s mumblin’ (Grrah-grrah!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with them switches out (Bah!) — blink once, whole block light out (Pow!)
Got that foreign off the lot, shit so fast, can’t even time out (Skrrt!)
Shorty want the Birkin bag — told her, “Work it out like a hideout” (Yeah)
And I’m good with every plug — they don’t even need no Wi-Fi (Nah)
I been stackin’ blue bills, feel like I just robbed a bank (Bank)
Hit the gas, lane to lane, big body — that’s tank for tank (Tank)
My lil’ bro don’t do no talkin’, he just lift that blick and blank (Grrah!)
We ain’t shootin’ for the leg, we make murals, not complaints (Pow!)

[Bridge]
Whole lotta racks, I’m allergic to broke shit (Achoo!)
She say she love me, but she just love motion (Motion)
Wrist in the water, that’s ocean to ocean (Splash)
Every verse I drop — pure explosion (Boom!)
They ask how I move — confidential (Shh)
I’m presidential, but street official (Yeah)
Keep that stick — no artificial (Nope)
Step too close, it get judicial (Bang!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 3]
Switch on auto, we don’t do no semi’s (Nah)
Niggas play foul, we shoot like Benny (Woo)
Hundred on the dash, I ain’t touch no pennies (Skrrt)
Life get loud when the clips get empty (Pow!)
Whole gang eatin’, that’s buffet talk (Buffet)
Money got weight, that’s gym plate talk (Heavy)
Every bitch I touch, that’s wristwatch chalk (Woo)
And every move I make, that’s big dawg walk (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Skrrt, skrrt — ayy (Yeah)
Whole lotta chains, whole lotta smoke (Smoke)
Keep it real, no joke — uh (Let’s Go!)
Bitch, I’m colder than a code, that’s froze (Froze)
(PMO Music) — let’s roll (Roll!)

2O MIN

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