CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Baby Sitter Freestyle
Black body Benz like a 8 ball (Uh-huh, Evil Twins)
I’ma run a race, like I'm RuPaul
Okay, okay, okay, I'm off percs right now, I'm dizzy
You gon’ miss me when I'm gone, yeah, you heard Drizzy
Pull up on the scene choppa finna get busy (Busy)
I’ma get to bubblin' like a bottle of a IZZE
Ayy, I just pulled up with a new stizzy (Ayy)
Look at my Glock and it got a new muzzle (Ayy)
I got the sauce, uh, like Drizzy (Drizzy, uh)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, look, look, like steak sauce, get drippy
N***as talking stupid 'til they a** end up missing
On a milk carton, with they mom calling for attention
Should’ve had your kid up out that f**kin’ detention
N***as talk stupid 'til they a** get missin’ (B*t*h)
Put they a** on a T-Shirt and it’s dissin’ (B*t*h)
I ain’t dissin’, these n***as, yeah, they bе pimpin’, I'm Scottie f**kin’ Pippen, with, n***as get that, likе
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, beam me up Scott', ten mollies in my body
I’ma bomb, suicide, rock, kamikaze
Pull up on your mom, like a rockstar, Ozzy
She gon’ ride my d**k just like a Mazdi
Zoom, zoom, [...] d**k like a witch and a broom, broom
Player gang sh*t, to a boss 'cause I'm too cool
Nah, b*t*h, I'm too bool, yeah, I got slimes in the room, what you gon' do?
Ayy, like VLONE, yeah, smoking in the party
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body (Yeah)
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party, got the camo on my body (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it)
Got the Revenge on my—
Yeah, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body, ayy
VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party, ayy (Yeah)
VLONE, huh, huh, camo on my body (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, body, body)
Smoking in the party, got the VLONE on my—
I said, I said, camo on my body, I was probably off the molly
Got a girl, her name is Lotti, run up on me, you gon' die today (Ayy, ayy)
All my n***as getting cash, n***a, that is everyday
You a rat, you a mouse, you belong in a rat race (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma f**k that b*t*h up in her face then kick her out
Probably talking to her boyfriend with my d**k all in her mouth (Ayy, ayy)
All I know is get the cash, what the f**k they talkin' about?
Choppa make you '05 dance then walk it out, ooh
Walk it out, b*t*h, walk it out (Walk it)
I’ma run a race, like I'm RuPaul
Okay, okay, okay, I'm off percs right now, I'm dizzy
You gon’ miss me when I'm gone, yeah, you heard Drizzy
Pull up on the scene choppa finna get busy (Busy)
I’ma get to bubblin' like a bottle of a IZZE
Ayy, I just pulled up with a new stizzy (Ayy)
Look at my Glock and it got a new muzzle (Ayy)
I got the sauce, uh, like Drizzy (Drizzy, uh)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, look, look, like steak sauce, get drippy
N***as talking stupid 'til they a** end up missing
On a milk carton, with they mom calling for attention
Should’ve had your kid up out that f**kin’ detention
N***as talk stupid 'til they a** get missin’ (B*t*h)
Put they a** on a T-Shirt and it’s dissin’ (B*t*h)
I ain’t dissin’, these n***as, yeah, they bе pimpin’, I'm Scottie f**kin’ Pippen, with, n***as get that, likе
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, beam me up Scott', ten mollies in my body
I’ma bomb, suicide, rock, kamikaze
Pull up on your mom, like a rockstar, Ozzy
She gon’ ride my d**k just like a Mazdi
Zoom, zoom, [...] d**k like a witch and a broom, broom
Player gang sh*t, to a boss 'cause I'm too cool
Nah, b*t*h, I'm too bool, yeah, I got slimes in the room, what you gon' do?
Ayy, like VLONE, yeah, smoking in the party
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body (Yeah)
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party, got the camo on my body (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it)
Got the Revenge on my—
Yeah, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body, ayy
VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party, ayy (Yeah)
VLONE, huh, huh, camo on my body (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, body, body)
Smoking in the party, got the VLONE on my—
I said, I said, camo on my body, I was probably off the molly
Got a girl, her name is Lotti, run up on me, you gon' die today (Ayy, ayy)
All my n***as getting cash, n***a, that is everyday
You a rat, you a mouse, you belong in a rat race (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma f**k that b*t*h up in her face then kick her out
Probably talking to her boyfriend with my d**k all in her mouth (Ayy, ayy)
All I know is get the cash, what the f**k they talkin' about?
Choppa make you '05 dance then walk it out, ooh
Walk it out, b*t*h, walk it out (Walk it)
