Baby lyrics

I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH

Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH

I pull up in that white thing, YEAH

Perico my license plate say cocaine, YEAH

Whippin' up work with the propane (Whip it) YEAH

Bitches on my head like Rogaine, YEAH

I cradle my piece my (Baby)

Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby)

Feds came in, they've had enough, it's bad enough

It ain't even drugs, it's bodies that they bagging up

Watch out, if you shoot a nigga then they gonna stab 'em up

Big difference between a savage and a scavenger

Crazy cause I'm sitting on green, puffing the lavender

Everybody busts with the coupe, I pull a wagon up

For some reason the money and love just ain't adding up

I tend to appreciate it more if you had it rough

Dollar and a dream but niggas ain't even got a buck

So they start looking for help cause they out of luck

Stand tall til them shots fly, then you gotta duck

Got a high shooting percentage then you ain't gotta chuck

Back at the squad car dying to get out the cuffs

You know when you brandish the iron, then you gotta bust

Plastic or chrome, no doubt my (Baby)

I don't leave home without my (Baby)

I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH

Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH

I pull up in that white thing, YEAH

Perico my license plate say cocaine, YEAH

Whippin' up work with the propane (Whip it) YEAH

Bitches on my head like Rogaine

I cradle my piece my (Baby)

Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby)

This all facts, you just gotta check the proof that's there

Look at the stash, you just gotta check the loot that's there

When it's a war, you accountable for troops that's there

I made a quarter million dollars off of fruit last year

The old heads don't give a fuck, it's the youth that care

They standing by the tree but they don't see the noose that's there

They telling lies to our vision tryna boost our fear

I get my hands on a gallon of that juice, I swear

Every time that a nigga threw a deuce, I squared

Find every auxiliary and Bluetooth I paired

All the truth I share, every booth I aired

Sometimes I go over their heads so I lose my peers

Work out and eat right so I don't lose no years

But I don't feel no remorse so I don't use no tears

Just a MAC-11, trey pound seven my (Baby)

Yeah, AK or the desert my (Baby)

What

I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH

Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH

I pull up in that white thing, YEAH

Perico my license plate say cocaine, YEAH

Whippin' up work with the propane YEAH

Bitches on my head like Rogaine

I cradle my piece my (Baby)

Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby)