[Introlude]
Show me where the kitchen
Baby what the business is
Hell no, we ain't in the set
We don't need no witnesses
Niggas know we did this shit
My niggas illiterate
We really be killing shit
We really be robbing shit
Them nigga been stealling shit
We really live this shit
O really robbing
Cause I really did this shit
We really did this shit
(Let this track breathe, hello)
[Hook]
You know they want you childless
I know you tired of tripping
Why don't you mind your business?
Baby, your my addiction
Baby, your my addiction
I might buy you Christians
I heard of yo ambitions
I do that molly, I'm tripping
Can't get you outta my system
Girl you got me addicted
You so muthafucking wicked
[Verse 1]
Last week, I was in the filed, tryna do a drill
This week, I was watching the sunrise in the hills
With a bad bitch, sipping off some drinks, off a pill
Rolling off some molly, just hyping it, keeping it real
Baby, I'mma keep it real along as you keep it real
Hold me close when we fuck, cause these niggas want me killed
Shoot him, I'm a rude boy, shoot em, I'ma shoter
Little mama love that choppa
I don't got no baby mama drama, I got baby choppas
She, baby bought some [?] little mama call me pap
[Hook]
You know they want you childless
I know you tired of tripping
Why don't you mind your business?
Baby, your my addiction
Baby, your my addiction
I might buy you Christians
I heard of yo ambitions
I do that molly, I'm tripping
Can't get you outta my system
Girl you got me addicted
You so muthafucking wicked
[Verse 2]
Bitch I really put in work
Yeah, I really put in work
Maybe, I put the squirt, fucked a bitch without no shirt
Eat that pussy on the first night
Fell in love with it at the first sight
Then I left on the first flight, the second night
The second time, she came back to get it right
Then flew over, to my city to get with me
Took a picture, wore my glinzy and my fifty
But I hate your house [?] when you lie
But she so pretty, she so muthafucking fly
Just hold me down, never switch sides
But either way you go, I want to see you shine
My ex called me, told the bitch get off the line
I told her bitch, the little baby, not mine
I told her little bitch, you better stop crying
Then I banged off the bitch, back on my grind