"Lullaby" lyrics

Street fid-di-di-di-damn

La la la (yeah)
La la la la la (yes)
La la la
La la la la la (let's go)

And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be (why?)
'Cause these hundred hundred dollar bills are like Baller ID
And I get under niggas skin, they should call me "IV"
But if you try me nigga I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number, please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground, just like a pilot
So just do me a solid, y'all stay in pocket like wallets
'Cause you can't see me, closed eyelids
Huh, nighty night
I'm with a model chick, Tyra thick, Heidi's height
Body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice (nice), catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci'd down to the tighty whites
Okay it's Loso, everybody know so
My son is the heir to the throne, Prince Joso
So daddy need money (money), mami need new Trueies (Trueies)
Baby need shoes, preferably the new Louis'
The swagger's in his genes, he was born fly (yes)
Them Philly bitches say the ball keep his jaw fly (yes)
The Reggie Kush out of Southern Californ-i

Sing 'em a lullaby

Hush little lame niggas, don't say a word
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south, I ain't want the bird
'Cause I've been killin these hoes, these niggas just drop dead (dead)
In the drop head, all we do is bop head (yes)
To the side like Busta in the Pepsi ad
With my Colombiana mama, yep she bad (she bad)
She in the latest shoe that Giuseppe had
Blow game like the late Dizzy Gillespie had
That's some good jaw, pop quiz, good score
She call her pussy meriene, that good raw
For you little cheap fucks, hood whores
You niggas soft in the middle, call 'em hood smores
Everybody on the block goin cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes "cuckoo" (cuckoo)
Birds poppin out (yes), sittin on the hood
Check my bird droppings out, I'm shittin on the hood
Sleepy time niggas
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas
It's bed time... (Nice!)