"Aztec Baby" lyrics
Donnie Katana
Ay and I could still give a fuck if yo' OG sleeping
I bang my music real loud in your residence
I'm trying to fill my pockets full of these presidents
I'm finna bring my name up, bring up my relevance
None of these niggas can't match up, ain't no better than
That lil' Mexican
That lil' boy so eloquent
He pop out so elegant
Them hoes all wanna hate, wanna talk about shit cause they say I'm arrogant
I ain't even gon' lash out, I ain't talking my shit cause that ain't my etiquette
I been stuck in my element
I been feeling so excellent
I'm still diving in head first
Y'all niggas still too hesitant
We still slide to the residence
We still stashing that evidence
I need to spin through the reverend
I need to preach my testament
You know I don't know no Cleo baby
Ay, ay, I don't know no Bryan
Brown skin Bash, I'm a Migo baby
Hang with negroes and Mayans
Ay, cause a POC what I'll always be
I do that without trying
Even though niggas came from the R-A-Gs
You don't know where I'm dying
Bread, rich
I'm finna get it, I'm finna run it up, til' my mama all across states
I'm finna count it up, I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate
You be tryna shit on me, tryna throw dirt, tryna talk shit, tryna hate
These niggas toxic on that opp' shit cause they been seeing that we great
Middle finger, fuck 12 and the blue devils at the keep tryna call the jakes
We be at the protest with our fist up, you don't wanna see us up the stakes
You be at the protest getting flicked up just so you could say you showed face
Damn I swear these niggas, these hoes, really move too fake
And I peep the trap where you act political but I'm knowing shit is for a bag
You can try and switch the beat and talk lyrical but the shit really just a fad
These niggas tap dance for the white man but I'm never going out sad
'Cause them niggas know I would rather walk 'fore I spend the guap on a jag
Ay and I could still give a fuck if your OG sleeping
I bang my music real loud in your residence
I'm trying to fill my pockets full of these presidents
I'm finna bring my name up, bring up my relevance
None of these niggas can't match up, ain't no better than
Ay and I could still give a fuck if yo' OG sleeping
I bang my music real loud in your residence
I'm trying to fill my pockets full of these presidents
I'm finna bring my name up, bring up my relevance
None of these niggas can't match up, ain't no better than
That lil' Mexican
That lil' boy so eloquent
He pop out so elegant
Them hoes all wanna hate, wanna talk about shit cause they say I'm arrogant
I ain't even gon' lash out, I ain't talking my shit cause that ain't my etiquette
I been stuck in my element
I been feeling so excellent
I'm still diving in head first
Y'all niggas still too hesitant
We still slide to the residence
We still stashing that evidence
I need to spin through the reverend
I need to preach my testament
You know I don't know no Cleo baby
Ay, ay, I don't know no Bryan
Brown skin Bash, I'm a Migo baby
Hang with negroes and Mayans
Ay, cause a POC what I'll always be
I do that without trying
Even though niggas came from the R-A-Gs
You don't know where I'm dying
Bread, rich
I'm finna get it, I'm finna run it up, til' my mama all across states
I'm finna count it up, I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate
You be tryna shit on me, tryna throw dirt, tryna talk shit, tryna hate
These niggas toxic on that opp' shit cause they been seeing that we great
Middle finger, fuck 12 and the blue devils at the keep tryna call the jakes
We be at the protest with our fist up, you don't wanna see us up the stakes
You be at the protest getting flicked up just so you could say you showed face
Damn I swear these niggas, these hoes, really move too fake
And I peep the trap where you act political but I'm knowing shit is for a bag
You can try and switch the beat and talk lyrical but the shit really just a fad
These niggas tap dance for the white man but I'm never going out sad
'Cause them niggas know I would rather walk 'fore I spend the guap on a jag
Ay and I could still give a fuck if your OG sleeping
I bang my music real loud in your residence
I'm trying to fill my pockets full of these presidents
I'm finna bring my name up, bring up my relevance
None of these niggas can't match up, ain't no better than
Writer(s): Donte Moore, Sebastian A Martell
