Babyree98 (como te voy a olvidar)

Before this rap shit, we've been pulling drills I do this rap shit, I don't want no deal Niggas talking like they hot, but never in the field Touched a hunnid bandz, off this rap, I'm tryna touch a mill Ha, I'm tryna touch some more It's two to four, tell them nikkas up the sco pass bro pop, I guarantee that he finna blow How the fukk you say yo trap jumping, but your motion slow How you say you're trap jumping, but ain't got a bag Drop four-five, out four-five like I'm Fredo bagz Hold on, we going stupid You had that pole for five years and ain't use it Turn the traction off, ina scat, I'm finna lose it You tryna slap yo bihh, cause she listen to our music Niggas wearing SI diamonds, nikkas foolish It's two to four, we up the sco, these nikkas still losing Hold on, what you nikkas saying Baby, ree nine-eight, I'm the fucking man Four pockets full, I tried to stuff a hundred in my pants On the road, just me and Siah, and we touching bands Nikka, it's just me and Wallah Nikka, ran into that K, he heard pha-pha Me and bro got the trap jumping an the block high You told on your brother on that skit, you is not hot Nikkaa, you a straight nerd, ask the opps We don't get back, bihh, we get first You ask about the bihh, I'm in the bih purse She was a saucy bum, I'm the reason that the bih turnt I'm the reason that she turnt up Opp nikkas tried to bend that block and got burnt up