Babysitter

nightcrawler

[lyrics]
Aye, the gas I’m puffin’ daily
This shit for the night, but she treeshin’, I can’t love you baby
Step up in the club, I got it tucked, bitch I been armed and dangerous
Pop another nigga, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what you claimin’
Put down a bitch if he said he got that dog in him
If it ain’t ‘bout money, I don’t care, bitch I ain’t botherin’
I can’t be yo honey, you too focused on the drama shit
Maybe I’m too wrapped up in these streets, bitch I been lockin’ in

Bitch I’m with them niggas who gon’ duck when the feds slide
Lyrical genius, lil’ shorty said I got the best mind
Physical hitters, I got some bullets if you test mine
Subliminal messages, I can hit you with my best lines
Damn
Bitch I’m ‘bout that money, ‘bout that cash flow
Shorty got them itty bitty titties, but got ass though
I got hella options, I ain’t worried ‘bout no past hoe
Fuck all of the cameras, that’s why I keep my mask on

Bitch I’m with the Hollows, got a .38, leave 2 dead
.9 mm to yo back, more than a bruised head
Shorty give me brain that’s hella dumb, she goin’ stupid
All these loose screws in my head, bitch I might lose it
All these lil’ niggas is my sons, guess I’m a bad dad
All these lil’ bitches is some weirdos, I can’t tap that
Get that BBL out of my face, I know you half-ass
Shorty want some brand new titties, I’m where the bag at

Shorty let me-
Damn
Shorty let me hit it backwards, she a freaky hoe
I ain’t worried ‘bout that lil’ nigga that you cheatin’ on
Smokin’ on some loud ass pack, I got the speakers on
East side baby, yeah you know, bitch that’s me
Ex bitch crazy when I tried to keep the peace
Now I’m hella violent so I gotta keep that piece
Niggas watchin’ every move I make, I can’t sleep safe

Shorty like a nigga who speak Spanish, bitch I do hoe
Me gusta cuando mueves todo ese culo
B-B-Bitch I got that uzi, I ain’t talkin’ Baby Pluto
I’m chasin’ money, I ain’t worried ‘bout no groupie hoe
Pull up to my crib, we could really make a movie, hoe
Shorty is a freak, I’m finna beat down on her doonies, hoe
Why you got that fake ass shit, that isn’t Gucci
Shorty hatin’ that I like to be alone up in that studio

.30 on me, like Kyle Richh, bitch I’ma crashout
Shorty kinda bad so I’ma fuck her ‘till she tap out
Mix the percs, gas, and Casamigos, I’ma black out
Why that nigga actin’ like he different? Bitch that’s my sound
Kamikaze, keep that .40 on me, I can’t lack
Feds’ll pull up to the scene after I shot him in his back
Lil’ Bosey is a dummy
Fuck him, his music ass
Shorty want the big pesos, so she done threw it back

no cameras [threediem]

kind of a rush job but fuck it

//

All of my hoes, I got rid of em
I’m loyal bitch I just got sick of em
My heart fortified like a citadel
I just don’t wanna be forgettable
Smoking that weed, it’s medicinal
Her titties out and I’m kissing em
Shawty is our love just fictional
I know what you’re saying, I’m listening

I need somebody to save me from myself
Thankfully I’ve got someone who will

MOURNING DOVE (PROD. CLAMS CASINO)

Been suffering so much cah this bullshit
it got me and that them feelin hopeless
I’ve been hurting lots more since this fuckery I was eating good bro I weren’t hungry

But my brother not got backing part from me 
A little ting hit a lick on the scene
But I’m not coming for that guy no please 
No point that would mean nothing

Two sides, both saying different shit
Three sides both saying different shit
They’re all just saying different shit
penance will hit different 

If I see him, that’s spun like decks 
But If I see him, that’s spun like decks 
Unless the guy really sit and reflect 
If I see him, that’s spun like

Yeah there was really blood on beach stones
Bro you don’t know how really peak it was though
We was all brought down with the summer 
If they good that’s fine but can’t pay that
Will they really make it till the winter 
Will that thing really get they’re fukin payback
Cos a sleeping dog will lie 
They don’t have to close their eyes

Don’t test I’ve been marking my arm (mhmm)
Red lines splitting everything in two (mhmm)
I was sitting making tunes causing no harm 
What the fuck did I fucking do?
That’s a special type of rizz making bitches cry
We was sitting on the stairs she was crying eyes 
Ay love 
I was downing beers tryna reach the sky
That’s embellished, fucking with a poor boy with kind eyes.

I’m that cunch don, keep that fucking mask on 
And my brother from the dirt, don’t get it twist City breh 
Yuh, I’m a real dog like hix, that’s facts 
And I really blew her back got what I want then I’m ghost
But I’m better lonely, cah these man chatting breeze 
Yeah I’m better empty, still levels above these neeks
That’s that hardt shit, dope levels
Embellished - bellished mud, turned the city to a bage battle 

Two sides, both saying different shit
Three sides both saying different shit
They’re all just saying different shit
penance will hit different 

If I see him, that’s spun like decks 
But If I see him, that’s spun like decks 
Unless the guy really sit and reflect 
If I see him, that’s spun like

Yeah there was really blood on beach stones
Bro you don’t know how really peak it was though
We was all brought down with the summer 
If they good that’s fine but can’t pay that
Will they really make it till the winter 
Will that thing really get they’re fukin payback
Cos a sleeping dog will lie 
They don’t have to close their eyes

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