BAKI // ROT ft. Gashum Lyrics

We are not the fuckin same

Don't compare me to no copies

No competition, Cuz I killed them like I'm Baki

Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static

Actin all hard, til they hear automatics

Pray to your God, if you got one then stop it

I'm sick of the fuckers, that talk like they got it

Talkin that shit say it once then he froze

Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos

Thirsty for cloud, like you fuckers are Hoes

Get off of my dick, lil bitch you get hosed

Leave me alone

I hate when I see that you're calling my phone

You all did me wrong

You talked down on me right inside of my home

I cut to the bone

To feel anything cause i'm always so numb

I pull out the gun and place it right inside my mafucking dome

I don't care what you say

Look into my eyes do you think I fucking play

I know 100 different ways I could take apart your face

I hope you know I'd never lack I keep a blade right on my waist okay

I do all this for fun

I got this bitch on her knees like a nun

you pussy i know if i pull up you'll run

Bitch I hope you fuckin

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Bitch I hope you fuckin

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Bitch I hope you fuckin

Came with the flows

Never came for the Hoes

Fame til it blows

Propane to the nose

Fuck what they think

What they say

What they know

Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes

Duckin n fuckin up all the fakes til they go

Mother fuckers are lucky I'm feelin great

Overdose

Can you run it I wonder

You lookin slow in the dome

Put a 40 inside of it then we wait til it blows

Wait til the fade put a Cave in his face

Mother fuckers wanted pain you God damn disgrace

Illuminati I'm catching body on body

I never thought he was salty only wanted a hobby

Shout the pastor he claiming the south

My brother in Europe Kiraw is about to take over anyways

Fuck all the clout

We make it the petty way with or without

Never came for the money only came for the woes

Rain for the funny 23s to the dome

We makin the money makin capitol

If that boy keep on cappin

I'm cappin his dome

You dirty little (Beep)

I know you love the way I spit

Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

You dirty little (Beep)

I know you love the way I spit

Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip