Bakiado Lyrics

That nigga Burt play too fucking much

Always trying to find ways to distract niggas while we're in the stu

Mufuckin' rap on the side of the mic

I like pretty bitches and good weed

I'ma rap on the side of the mic nigga

I'm not a rapper, I just

Fuck it, I wonder if the mic work right here

Jeff is sleepy, aye look

She told me sit back, relax, and baby chill with me

I'm a grab the sheets and roll this tree

I told her baby I'll be cool just for you and I'll be up the stu

I just hope she let me beat the pussy up to

I should be rewarded for staying cool shut the fuck up baby girl I'm not hearing you

Can't never fold on my promise gotta be the truth

My eyes they see real lies, I can't lose, at a young age

I understood what they meant when they said that the cash rules

Still let no one down, I gotta protect all my family

Still gone off the drugs I remember the day that God found me

Still mad at myself, for not seeing the birth of my own son

Still mad at myself, cause I keep blocking blessings that's all around me

Man, I gotta get it, gotta get it, get in my bag

These Niggas suck Niggas suck, and I'm getting mad and I'm about to crash

And this is the last straw, I gotta make it count

I'm aiming for the top, gotta get my family out

Young niggas that pop they collars, to get them commas

Put that on my mama no more drama, living hard for the dollar

I'm super smart I feel like Jimmy

I feel like Carl stay equipped with the llama

Ain't no running hiding to your mama

Shawty got a fat butt I really like to fuck it's been a minute since she let me fuck

I'm not gonna say too much but on God you're not gonna make me hush

Girl, just stop bluffing and come and give this pussy up

Just know it's still a no rush

Just know for you, I'll surely fuck some shit up

Put this on my honor I was never trying to give up

If you ask, I still feel the same way ain't a damn thing change

I hope the whole world stay in they lane

I hope to change the game

On god, it will never be the same fuck the cars, the clothes, the hoes that's all these niggas know

Our chakras froze, Tsukiyomi, rain down all on your soul