Late Night

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)

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 give a freak ho my 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 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

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

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 pap'

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

Snap 'em with my hands

If I'm shootin' and bro shooting

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

Bitch yeah

M Block Strike all that

What the fuck goin' on