"bbysit" lyrics
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
I can't date this ho, this bitch chips
I just count my cash then dip
We get on your ass, please don't try no shit
I keep scorin' the goddamn ball, I'm on some Harden shit
And I can't lack, bitch, keep that fire right by my hip
Fuckin' your ho, my kid, she gon' babysit
They see I got my own swag, they try to copy it
I pop out the cut, somethin' like It
This lil' ho is annoyin' me, I gotta kick her out my crib
This bitch, she gotta go, she can't stay right here
Huh, nigga know I'm on go, my Glock right there, bitch
Nigga, you gotta grow, you gotta fight your fears
Bitch, why is you cryin' on my phone? You gotta wipe your tears
You know we sippin' on drank, bitch, I don't sip no beer
You know I slide in the tank, niggas want war, we can do that shit right here
Do that shit right here
I don't got no competition, I ain't got no opps
I got bad hoes that's been slidin' to my spot
I got nachos, bitches know that I got guap
I got honchos, yeah, I'm a walkin' knot
They like, "'Tect, how you ran that guap up?"
They like, "'Tect, let me know when you pop up" (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Ran the plug out for his 'bows, we gon' stock up (We gon' be okay)
Bitch niggas get nothin', they get nada
I love guala
I'm outside with my partner, my partner
We keep the tools like some gardeners
We outside rockin' designer
Took your broad to Pala
I'm on the block, Serge Ibaka, Ibaka
We got guap, this ain't new to us
I can't date this ho, this bitch chips
I just count my cash then dip
We get on your ass, please don't try no shit
I keep scorin' the goddamn ball, I'm on some Harden shit
And I can't lack, bitch, keep that fire right by my hip
Fuckin' your ho, my kid, she gon' babysit
They see I got my own swag, they try to copy it
I pop out the cut, somethin' like It
Huh, this lil' ho is annoyin' me, I gotta kick her out my crib
This bitch, she gotta go, she can't stay right here
Huh, nigga know I'm on go, my Glock right there, bitch
Nigga, you gotta grow, you gotta fight your fears
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
I can't date this ho, this bitch chips
I just count my cash then dip
We get on your ass, please don't try no shit
I keep scorin' the goddamn ball, I'm on some Harden shit
And I can't lack, bitch, keep that fire right by my hip
Fuckin' your ho, my kid, she gon' babysit
They see I got my own swag, they try to copy it
I pop out the cut, somethin' like It
This lil' ho is annoyin' me, I gotta kick her out my crib
This bitch, she gotta go, she can't stay right here
Huh, nigga know I'm on go, my Glock right there, bitch
Nigga, you gotta grow, you gotta fight your fears
Bitch, why is you cryin' on my phone? You gotta wipe your tears
You know we sippin' on drank, bitch, I don't sip no beer
You know I slide in the tank, niggas want war, we can do that shit right here
Do that shit right here
I don't got no competition, I ain't got no opps
I got bad hoes that's been slidin' to my spot
I got nachos, bitches know that I got guap
I got honchos, yeah, I'm a walkin' knot
They like, "'Tect, how you ran that guap up?"
They like, "'Tect, let me know when you pop up" (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Ran the plug out for his 'bows, we gon' stock up (We gon' be okay)
Bitch niggas get nothin', they get nada
I love guala
I'm outside with my partner, my partner
We keep the tools like some gardeners
We outside rockin' designer
Took your broad to Pala
I'm on the block, Serge Ibaka, Ibaka
We got guap, this ain't new to us
I can't date this ho, this bitch chips
I just count my cash then dip
We get on your ass, please don't try no shit
I keep scorin' the goddamn ball, I'm on some Harden shit
And I can't lack, bitch, keep that fire right by my hip
Fuckin' your ho, my kid, she gon' babysit
They see I got my own swag, they try to copy it
I pop out the cut, somethin' like It
Huh, this lil' ho is annoyin' me, I gotta kick her out my crib
This bitch, she gotta go, she can't stay right here
Huh, nigga know I'm on go, my Glock right there, bitch
Nigga, you gotta grow, you gotta fight your fears
Writer(s): William Minnix III, Ricky Shanklin
