Текст песни BABA - Bruhmanegod , Kamaara , Lil Darkie

Yeah
Heal!
Yeah (Ha ha ha ha)
Yeah, yeah

Uh, tryina run up on me nigga, in my lane
Tryina run up on me nigga, you insane
Tryina run up on yo gang, hit that stain
Tryina run up on me nigga, eat yo brain
Brain, eat yo brains nigga

I'ma shoot yo cuz and get to buzzin' with the same trigger
Uh, I'ma motherfuckin' grave digger
Kickin' and screamin', I'm deciding where you lay nigga
Uh, I'm a peice of shit
Twitter finger running nigga

You gonna catch yo neices hit, rah rah
Bitch I always got the fa-fa (Yah, yah)
Niggas sweatin' when they see the na-na
Baba, I been hittin' since a midget
Leavin' niggas spinnin'
Three hoes make them fidget, ridged
Not hard like you soft, niggas sayin'
Why you playin' with me nigga?
You not legit, digit

Boy with that Big MAC
Whiplash, blow your whole shit back
Big .30 on me, pussies (Zig-zag)
Blast from the M8
Matte black, get 'em traced
That's the shit that happens when you eatin' on my damn plate
Better cancel on your bitch and all your fuckin' plans
Hollow tips flyin' through your body like a hologram
Don't you kid me fuckin' lil' bitch, fuck about yo mans
P- P- P- Put this molly on your tongue and let me see you dance

Quicker than clock
Pull out the metal and shoot at the opps
What did it take? It took a lot
Talked to the devil, he came here to rot
Check out the store, turn on the block
Because these niggas ain't shootin' for rock
What did it take? It took a lot
What did it take? It took a- Yuh

Tryina run up on me pussy, in my lane
Tryina run up on me pussy, you insane
Tryina run up on yo gang, hit that stain
Tryina run up on me pussy, eat yo brain
Tryina run up on me pussy, in my lane
Tryina run up on me pussy, you insane
Tryina run up on yo gang, hit that stain
Tryina run up on me pussy, eat yo brain

I might go drop the fucking pistol, so official
If it's fiscal, you can run up on me now
Meet my fun little trigga, if I dismiss you
Here a tissue for that runny funny frown
You a clown, you ain't down
You ain't wit' it for shivers, yo face is spinnin'
Some lima so he ain't ever have to run just fucking count 'em up
Face is pounding, here's a medal
Final batch faced off for days finna rage quit, wait
Tell the A's and the basic
Everybody pray for who basic, ain't it a waste man?
Every day I hear the same shit
Layin' his face on the pavement, wasted
Tryina run up on me
You better do some dirty shit
I'll leave your mother's blood scattered in the streets
Tryina run up on me climber
You might have to put me down for no reason
You don't even needa speak

Tryina run up on me dude, I can't wait
Tryina run up on me foolish, you in pain
Tryina run up on me faggot, hit yo head
.40s on me lil' madam, meet yo fate

Bitch ass nigga, I can put your head back like whiplash
Trigga, where the fuck are you niggas at?
Are you clutching the bigger gat?
Are you sucking a niggas sack?
For a feature to bring you back from the dead 'cause your shit is wack

Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer
I wonder if you other people know, I do
Why you fucking hella randoms?
Low IQ
Why you rolling every weekend then complaining you're depressed?
Why you acting like a pussy nigga? Put on that dress
Why you spending every waking moment settling for less?
Why you posting on the internet and caring about a number?
Why you rapping like you waiting but you tweetin' like a bummer?

Shut the fuck up nigga, every day is summer
Bitch, I woke up, ate a carrot and cucumber
Most you niggas only eat high 'cause it's funner
Try eating sober, see if you ain't got an appetite
Doin' too much rappin', too much cappin', you a faggot type
I be doin' work and going stupid in the black of night

(Yuh) tryina run up on me nigga, in my lane
Tryina run up on me nigga, you insane
Tryina run up on yo gang, hit that stain
Tryina run up on me nigga, eat yo brain
Brain, eat yo brains nigga
I might get to buzzin', bitch it's Baba to you

Nigga I'm Indian-