ILL BAYBE

F*ck out my face bitch before I put you in the spot Baby don't come up to me talking like you own the block Yeah I fucked up, feel the pain in my mental Oh f*ck Talking shit behind my back f*ck boi you better duck Fake flexing ass boy talking like you got them bands Bitch I don't flex bills you can see it on ma brands Early morning trapping baby girl I do my dance Glock in my hands still ride with another in my pants Knock knock who's there shit I think it might be the feds Making my money please don't turn it a trend F*ck a friend acting like a fiend show him to his ends Catch you slipping boi I'll shot you on your bed Ride with me stay with me isn't that what you said Don't come with me ghost baby either way you dead Two hunnid on the dash thinking I'm a threat I been trapping since the first day we met Making money I dont give a f*ck on what you say Glock came with a hunnid drum that's a pretty nice set I got two twin glocks boi better stay upset I never talk shit back my guns gonna play Bitch If I die i die you ain't even gotta stay I ain't never leaving my ground I'm gonna spray I'm ILL BAYBE I'm ILL BAYBE I'm ILL BAYBE I'm ILL BAYBE If I die I die I'm ILL BAYBE If I die I die