babykane intro - babykane lyrics
[intro: rosay]
free 30, man, free the whole team, n-gg-, free the whole gang, man
four to the a, n-gg-s know how they rockin’, n-gg-
babykane, baby niece, n-gg-, know how he comin’, man
no cap, won’t stop
shout out babykane, man
we politickin’ with ’em, n-gg-, free us
ayy, ayy
babykane the one who droppin’ the shots
babykane the one who droppin’ them shots, ayy, ayy
we on top, ayy, n-gg-s know how we comin’
[verse 1: rosay]
daddy told me these n-gg-s hoes
f-ck a free old mom, we back on the road
we like two up, we been upped the score
lil’ bro not tryna slide through the ‘jects, f-ck it, we to the ghost
h-ll naw, this ain’t no diss song
i’m not like you n-gg-s, i just get on
i ain’t scared to die, f-ck it, oh well
if they get me, don’t cry, just cause h-ll
we in they hood, d-mn, where these n-gg-s at?
oh, i just seen somebody, brody doubled back
i aim to k!ll, i’m layin’ n-gg-s on they back
he upped it on me but ain’t have the scope, he ain’t got no aim
oh, you got a couple skits? you don’t know how to act
boy, you still a b-tch n-gg- and that’s f-ckin’ facts
h-lla dead n-gg-s in your bio, that’s so f-ckin’ sad
y’all gotta regroup every hour, i know y’all h-lla mad
who got the most bands? who drop the most sh-lls?
kane city, baby with kane, them people yell
oh, yeah, let me not forget
i’m the baby of the clique so touch me, they goin’ crazy in this b-tch
[verse 2: k8do]
who hit the most bodies? who burnt the most blocks?
who really came through? who really dropped shots?
b-tch, my best friend 30, i don’t know stock
it’s the d’usse or the henny, i don’t sip wop
we could’ve took a n-gg- rollie but it tick-tock
and his b-tch suck my d-ck ’til her lips lock
lil e hit that n-gg- with that rerock
brody bro got a rollie, ain’t no g-shock
we the hottest in the city and y’all know this
don’t ask about no chicken, you can’t hold sh-t
lil’ press sum hit the table with a whole brick
b-tch, we been hit a thirty, that’s a whole lick
[verse 3: press sum]
i heard they lookin’ for us, we up in the ‘jects
we locked in with the east, tell you make a mess
i’m ot with the ‘caine, ran up a check
told that b-tch to pay dame or onto the next
got the drip from year, b-tch, i wear designer things
tooly, he the real mover, he drive exotic things
all these b-tches h-t my phone ’cause they see i’m up
we just hit for some p’s, watch us run it up
off the flavors, kick back, we off the d’usse
who got some percs? high as f-ck, we can’t see straight
and if it ain’t in the hood, b-tch, i’m out the way
when my babykane need me i’m slidin’ broad day
[verse 4: lil marion]
babykane, we don’t play ’round (nope)
slide through they block, let off k rounds (grrah)
and if you get hit, you better stay down
’cause if you get back up, them chopper bullets make you lay down
lil press sum leave you face down (yup)
they don’t even wanna play now (no)
everybody wanna hate now
my brothers on the block, hold on bruh, i’m on the way now
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