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Bay 2 da yak

(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
(Damn, Mat, that's cold, man)

Yeah, we'll bounce out and leave the car runnin'
Rick Owens on my feet and I spent like twelve hundred (Twelve hundred)
Why they actin' like they tough? They ain't never did nothin' (Did nothin')
Oh, my bad, shit, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' (Uh, uh)
Yeah, you know I'm him, where I'm from, what it is, baby? (What it is, baby?)
I'm from the V where we gig and we thizz, baby (And we thizz, baby)
All my niggas up hats, we got lids, baby (We got lids, baby)
Yeah, put a button on that Glock, this ain't no SIG, baby (Uh, uh)

Outside in the Bay, we can get down
Heard that one nigga on the 'net makin' hits now (Yeah)
How I stuff a hundred hoes in my penthouse?
Blue strip hundreds, niggas thinking I'm a Crip now (Okay)
Ain't no budget on this baby, I got hella bands
Shorty wanna link me on cam, I'm the method man (Come on)
I don't know the bitch name, I know her Instagram
If I hit her once, I already know that I can hit again (Yeah)
Bad little Asian on the Bayside
She ain't never left out the city or the state line (Frr)
If that head right, let me know and I can make time (Yeah)Know I got a bitch, so don't hit me on no FaceTime (Mm)
She said I'm a ho, I said, "Nah, bitch, I'm player" (Stop)
So was going crazy, I done nutted in hair (Damn)
She said, "Boy, you famous, I done seen you everywhere" (Yeah)
SOB and DDG, this shit ain't even fair (Uh-uh-uh)

Yeah, we'll bounce out and leave the car running
Rick Owens on my feet and I spent like twelve hundred (Twelve hundred)
Why they acting like they tough? They ain't never did nothin' (Did nothin')
Oh, my bad, shit, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' (Uh)
Yeah, you know I'm him, where I'm from, what it is, baby? (What it is, baby?)
I'm from the V where we gig and we thizz, baby (And we thizz, baby)
All my niggas up hats, we got lids, baby (We got lids, baby)
Yeah, put a button on that Glock, this ain't no SIG, baby (Uh, uh)

Yeah, King of Diamonds, Magic City, which one? I don't know (I don't know)
All you gotta do is send the drop, nigga, we on go
Thirty inches down her ass with Chanel on her toes (Yeah-yeah)
That's the type of bitch I like, that's the type of bitch I want (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
[?][1:30] and then Glocks, that's the type of shit we blow
Got this rap nigga bitch in my DM, like what you on?
I beat it up, she ate the dick, then I sent her home
Soon as a nigga touch down in the A, them bitches gone
I ain't lyin' to no bitch, I tell the truth, that's a fact, nigga
Yeah, dick so good, the bitch wanna have my last name
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist, you think I'm lyin'? What the chat say?
Nah, I ain't tryna talk, make it clap, what that ass say?
Yeah, I can buy whatever, bitch, whenever, I keep bands on me
I love them darkskin thick bitches and red bones
Porn star, she wanna eat it up with the cam on (Cam on)
In the ATL with DDG, but from that land, though, nigga

Yeah, we'll bounce out and leave the car running
Rick Owens on my feet and I spent like twelve hundred
Why they acting like they tough? They ain't never did nothin'
Oh, my bad, shit, I thought a broke nigga said somethin'
Yeah, you know I'm him, where I'm from, what it is, baby?
I'm from the V where we gig and we thizz, baby
All my niggas up hats, we got lids, baby
Yeah, put a button on that Glock, this ain't no SIG, baby

Put a button on a— yeah, wait
Put a button on a Glock, this ain't no SIG, bae
Real street nigga, I can't tell you what I did
Gang love a bad bitch, nails done, and her rent paid (Wow, wow)
Nigga, we don't play .40s, this a .45
Talkin' 'bout he grievin' 'bout his brother, nigga, go slide (Nigga, do it)
Ain't no money in her pocket, she get no time
Keep the 23 on my hip, bitch I tote Bron (Brr, brr)
SOB, DDG, we in Pontiac
And I'm from the north of the V, where it's slimy at (Slime)
Stick pokin' out my jeans, I ain't hidin' that
Let a fuck nigga touch bro, then the shotty blast (Boom, boom)
Yeah, bitch, I love to get groovy
Get the drop on them one niggas, I'm tryna get through it
He wanna funk with the boy' cause the bitch choosin'
Nigga we'll bounce out on feet like I'm Rick Rubin

Yeah, we'll bounce out and leave the car runnin' (Car runnin')
Rick Owens on my feet and I spent like twelve hundred (Twelve hundred)
Why they acting like they tough? They ain't never did nothin' (Did nothin')
Oh, my bad, shit, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' (Uh, uh)
Yeah, you know I'm him, where I'm from, what it is, baby? (What it is, baby?)
I'm from the V where we gig and we thizz, baby (Thizz, baby)
All my niggas up hats, we got lids, baby (We got lids, baby)
Yeah, put a button on that Glock, this ain't no SIG, baby (Uh, uh)