Baby Fazo - I8 Lyrics

Ayy, I ain't trippin' off no opps cause we got bigger glocks
I might just call a street sweep, get 'em all shot
Last bitch I f*cked had good top, I made her pussy throb
Young money, this the type of shit that make her bedrock

Ayy, I'm pressing play on sucka niggas with a head nod
.45 uh put him in his place, he think he Hancock
Ayy, this pocket rocket rearranging niggas dreadlocks
Ayy, brother slid with his beam, that's a red dot

And I'm not playing bout my music, take it mainstream
Still hitting licks, they ain't see me flee the crime scene
Bro just hit the feds, thinking what they finna do to me
Ay, I need some P's for the low, hit up Maylene

I can't be f*cking with broke bitches, I'm too bossed up
Have lul mama line him up n get him chalked up
This a new flow, I'm out in Vegas tryna try stuff
Regardless of yo situation it take patience
Ayy, I said f*ck a 9 to 5, don't want no day shift
I just hopped out the I8, it's a spaceship
I need all my whips tinted black, but I ain't racist
Ayy, bitch, I do it for a check, just like Nike, just do it

Yeah, you got that strap, but you ain't got gangster till you shoot it
If I tell the bitch to break her back, then she gon' do it
If she tryna let me crack her card then I do it
Nana said his pieces hitting hard, so I used em

You ain't really got no methods, bro, I bet this shit confusing
12 tryna blurp, do the dash, I'm a lose them
Nigga, if you scared, go to church and see the deacon
When I'm with my twin, most of the time we be geekin

Mario and Luigi, bitch would've been up and left, but she need me
Bitch was a mess, on the set, I kept it peezy
I want All them niggas stressed, we can chill once they grieveing
On gang, nigga

Ayy, bitch was a mess, on the set, I kept it peezy