[lyrics]
wait cant quit! i cannot let da team down
i cant quit! i cannot let my crew down
wait BABA! luv em K sounds
wait BABA! want a bust down
lets run it up shawty lets get out this town
i was down on my knees no one around
nd i still was da only 1 there when u was down
nd u snaked me. how that sound?
im pissed off drop the lo
i told my youngins go knock him down
down! down! go knock him down!
ian beefing no mo these niggas just want clout now
my skellynem bouta takeover
i told my skellynem we not pushovers
i might hit up Elon i want da big tesla trucks da rovers
nd nooney said get up BABA! if u fall over
imma put NEW ERA! on my shoulder
nd I'll never forgive u for what u did u a bitch sosa
its YBCK they broke
its YBLK they jokes
its LCAK. its XOK. its BLKK. its ongoK
these niggas they cap in their rap we know
im wit drug sippin that lean turn up at the show
im wit ty countin em monyons up
we so high! we so fly!
u said BABAK well u gon die
nd u said NEWERAK we aint gon let that slide
[swag talks]

BABA! ~ cant quit! (let da team down)

Uh, uh, aye 1K
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Spent 1k on my bitch 
nah that’s cap
I can't even pay rent, 4 door track all tints

I drop like one cent, I'm in sax
You know I got your bitch, yeah we ran it back
I pour up so long, I brought back some bread
Lil nigga took my flow, no he ain't get my cred

He take my bread, no I won't trip
My girl sippin my cup, my combo is Marni and Runts
I pull the Glock out the trunk, I'm in the bed like a bunk
She drippin' Laraunt, my diamonds like Paris Crescent

Like fuck it, I'm votin' for, uh, uh
Like fuck it, I'm votin' for Trump
And that money, I gotta run up
I'm smokin' on gas, I'm smokin' on Skunk

Got one of my bitches, rollin my blunt
This shit so savage, she shoppin' forever
She twenty-one, she let me grab it
Fuckin' around, I smack it

When I walk in, they don't tax me
I'm in the telly, I'm trappin
I'm in her ear, I'm raspy, I'm gone, ah
Spend 1k on my bitch, nah thas cap

I can't even pay rent, 4 door track all tints
I drop like one cent, I'm in sax
You know I got your bitch, yeah, we ran it back
I pour up so long, I brought back some bread

Lil n**** took my flow, no, he ain't give my cred
He take my bread, no, I won't trip
My girl sippin' my cup, my combo is marni and runts
I pull the Glock out the trunk, I'm in the bed like a bunk

She drippin Laraunt, my diamonds like Paris Crescent
Like fuck it, I'm votin' for, uh, uh
Like fuck it, I'm votin' for Trump
And that money, I gotta run up

I'm smokin' on gas, I'm smokin' on Skunk
Got one of my bitches, rollin my blunt
This shit so savage, she shoppin forever, she twenty-one
She let me grab it, fuckin' around, I smack it

When I walk in, they don't text me
I'm in the telly, I'm trappin
I'm in her ear, I'm raspy, I'm gone, ah
I'm gone, ah

I'm gone, ah
I'm gone, ah
I'm gone, ah

1k/Intelly

prod hen
lyrikz:
(intro)
yo,
roll deep outta a black truck fuck the tinted,
in a black truck fuck the tinted,
i done rock lace, lenci fitted
bih like nfl punt she kick it,
talk down on the gang and we hit em,
got yungin they move out, they hit em,
it aint shit nah to go and get him,

verse: 
bih like oxygen,
hopped outta wraith with an oxy 10,
hawk a nigga down up in the end,
money green pink, its a multi band,
red carpets and them suv tints, nah this is not a minivan,
in a black escalade the tinted,
yeah them racks called hadda pickup,
yeah yo bitch she want me i cant fuck her,
i done break it off and she cant stand nun,
in a big ahh V like a lift up,
make em bow down they cant stand up,
two bitches, malcolm in the middle,
too all in her head like im riddle,
fuck the ho i break her back in and the luh bih like a cripple,

bridge:
oxy ten i pop dope,
lame nigga, hate those,
i used to stand on my block for fun,
yeah a nigga smoke up pole,

yuh nigga with my bros,
yeuh that nigga stick to code,
yuh that nigga cannot trust me, got slime lagerfeld my coat,

hook:
and they sliding, nah i cant know nun,
got up on this bitch, she come and fetch it,
had to pour a line up in my fanta beverage,
act tough but he steady trolling,
i been stressing out,nah not the king of perfect,
tint down, how im rolling fitted
all this pocket lint and thee nigga broke,
no man i cant be your bro,
known mad how im sipping tussin,
well a young a nigga pop dxm,
nah i cannot go and be like them,
no, half of thee nigga go and copy,
dj phat how i roll the bobby,
big blunt roll biscotti,
and this bitch, ho, wanna pop me,

verse :

with a switch pole brudda tuck it,
with a switch pole in the lobby,
zip cross jacket im the hot topic,
yeah yo bitch she want me i cant fuck her,
woah my own  ho look like straight rocket,
and its so soho how we straight shoppin,
with my own wave, bitches love to cop it,
i hadda grow up outta it and they tried to stop me,
pave my own road, hit the ground running,

verse :

i cant be no runna,
natural born stunna,
met your boo, i fuck her,
i been rolling deep like thunder,
yea this bitch she drop it,
flip her over, pump her
that nigga overplayed like  he one republic,
got motion like a motor,
 uh kushin, like im stoner,
uh push up, i done roll one,

bridge:
bih my phone got motorolla,
plug call me up in tinted,
rock lenci down up in fitted,
like nfl punt she kick it,
talk down on the gang and we get em,

(outro)

oxygen(hends)

333

(Intro)
It’s going on in 10
And lately I just been thinking about a lot of shit 
Like 
If me & you , u know 
Make 2 ? 🤞🏾💞

If he say he Gon run up I’m show em what it do 
Baby me and you just hop up in my coupe 
And you know I’m like a star 💫
We can go and shoot 🌠
(Huh) 
TO THE SKY WHERE I GO YEAAA 
ROLLING GAS TO THE FACE IDKNOYA 
AND YOU SAY  OUR LAST ARGUMENT YOU NEED SOME CLOSURE 
then you say I’m ignorant like ja morant 
I JUST SAID LIL BABY I JUST LIKE TO BOAST & RANT 
I’m not really cocky I just know about my shit
Baby yea come here we can go and make flip 
Put you on some money , I can show you how to live 
Say you really love these drugs 
I just think you love the thrill 
And night when I’m speeding in the whip (Jesus grab the wheel) 
Thinking anybody fucking with you bae 
(They get popped like pills) 
Designer dressing on my drip 
(Tell me what’s for real)
Ricky stepping a my bitch 
(Tell me what’s for real) 

Bfromthebando verse 
Tell me what’s for real 
Niggas run up they gonna get popped just like this 30 
Nigga look up at my face 
I swear I got no worries 
Tryna take my shit 
ima take it where you live 
I might hit your mom 
I might hit your bitch 
I feel like lil 14 when I’m seeing red 
Getting hella trippy 
Got them bitches in the back 
Getting hella faded 
Yeah they trippin off the tab 
When we go shopping 
We just popping tags 
Free bandz free bandz 
Money junkie mane 

@qptayy verse

i go u go i see you in my dreams 

baby we get lots of money 
lemme show u how it feel 
i been sippin lots of dirty 
reminiscing poppin pills 

dirty money comin 
wanna clean up why 4 nun 
tussin wit no luncheon 
liva microphone been punchin 
wann a feel lil something 
i been workin why 4 nun 
wann feel up yo body
i been workin why 4 nun 
dirty money jus keep comin 
tussin sippin wit no luncheon 
guess my heart jus out 4 punching 
hand it to you all for nun

BABA! ~ cant quit! (let da team down)

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