On My Baby

Ayy, ran them racks up, they think I made it though
Talkin' 'bout you fuck with me, oh, you can save it though
Then I heard his traphouse full of racks, we finna raid the ho
Nigga talkin' 'bout that he fucked my bitch, no way, he paid the ho
And I got a bitch that’s with the shits, she creep the tazer, ho
And I heard that nigga want some clout, we frontpage him, bro (Ayy)
I just made it rain, but it ain’t rainin' though
And when I run up all these mills, I still ain’t changin' though
She say I’m a thot, I change these hoes, yeah, like I change my clothes (It's
Wop)
I got some shit deep in my soda only God knows (Ayy, ayy)
Drive slow
I poured an eight, I’m high but my eyes low
Run a pole
They really be bitches, they shoot with their eyes closed (Ayy)
I just walked in in brand new Margielas, I turned my swag on (Ayy)
I didn’t wanna hit her, I just fucked his bitch so she’d have something to brag
on
Ayy, on my baby, though (It's Wop)
Ayy, I can’t get caught up with no lil' crazy ho (Ayy)
Ayy, ran them racks up, they think I made it though (It's Wop)
Talkin' 'bout you fuck with me, oh, you can save it though (Ayy)
Then I heard his traphouse full of racks, we finna raid the ho
Nigga talkin' 'bout that he fucked my bitch, no way, he paid the ho
And I got a bitch that’s with the shits, she creep the tazer, ho
And I heard that nigga want some clout, we frontpage him, bro