[Intro]

Who your favorite rapper? (Oh yeah)

Who your favorite rapper?

Babyfxce E

Is he for real? (Hm?), Is he for real? Hm? (Yeah)

Uncover your mouth, I can't hear you, who your favorite rapper?

Uh, Babyfxce E (Striker Boys, M Block shit, Walkdown Gang, all that shit, nigga, huh)

[Verse 1]

Before you say that she the one, remember at one point, she was goin'

Now we got money to buy our cars, at one point, they was stolen

Now my niggas can ball for life off just off what I showed 'em

Gotta have a trigger finger no more, bro, you just gotta hold it

Left my heart up on the stage, nigga, I done lost my fuckin' voice

If you ain't got no bag, you can't be mad, nigga, that was your fuckin' choice

Where I come from, nigga, it's hard for a nigga just to make some noise

Slime me out, I'm on your ass like, "Damn, I thought me and Fxce was boys"

All my niggas like to play with buttons and, hell naw, bro, these ain't no toys

Keep that front door closed 'cause all that in-and-out shit gon' make me 'noid

Bro just poured a four in a twelve-ounce pop, I think he tryna meet Floyd

They show me love, I get free Chrome Hearts socks every time I go on tour

Huh, I don't want your love if it's fake

In the slums with the Drac', in my hood, I'm a great

I gave niggas some when I only had a lil' on my plate

In the hood with no plate, smokin' a 'Wood on a chase

Tryna do some shit to Fxce, don't think you should, it's not safe

And I keep on havin' the problem of treatin' my huzz like my main

Quit tryna record everything that happen in the club, that shit lame

I'm just wanted without that bitch, but with my gun, I'm like eight

With the chop, I'm like fifteen, she said, "Why you bein' mean?"

Told her when you wake up off the lean, sometimes, that's how it be

I got turnt-up music and late-night shit when you drivin' down the street

Man, my voice messed up, ain't stoppin' shit, bro, I'm still tryna pull up beats

I made it out, what the fuck I look like still tryna put on cleats?

But still'll hop up in that field if a nigga ever give me a reason

When I get to the crib, just take my soul, man, lil' baby a demon

I still be puttin' on the same old clothes, I don't care if they already seen it, nigga

[Interlude]

Huh, I don't care if they already seen it, nigga

Same old clothes, I don't care if they already— yeah (I don't give a fuck, nigga)

This 'fit cost me five thousand, I can wear this bitch every day if I want to (Had to switch this bitch up real quick)

Alright, huh

[Verse 2]

I'll wear this shit for two days (Huh)

Hard decision, I can fuck two bitches or make two plays

But y'all know I'm goin' to that pape'

They make me feel home when I'm in Cali, they love me in the Bay

I got the brrt, Fredo got the K

Turn the music up, them cherry tops behind us, I think they tryna chase

Smokin' 'za, bro, I forgot the name

Already thinkin' next bar, because, man, I got a lot to say

That's why I had to add another beat up at the end

Won't catch me lackin' parkin' the 'Cat, because I back it in

Can make two bitches PTP snappin' with my hands

If I'm shootin' and bro shootin', you ain't gon' stand a chance

No cap, bro, it's chalk, literally

She want everything in the store, bae, you killin' me

I got like twenty different flows, I ain't stealin' shit

Left wrist white snow, it look like a brick

They thought my hand was in my pocket, it look like a fist

That's just crumbled-up money that I forgot to fix

Bro set a pick, we fucked them niggas up 'cause they forgot to switch

She wanna do my dreads, then after that, she tryna loc and twist

[Outro]

Bitch, yeah

M Block, Strike, all that

What the fuck goin' on