More songs by Babyfxce E
Description
Vocals: Babyfxce E
Producer: Jaylap
Masterer, Mixer: Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Producer: Souljazuhraa
Writer: Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Writer: Ilya Sergachev
Writer: Jordan Lapping
Lyrics and translation
Original
Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', nigga!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Mhm, mhm, trap shit. MBlock, Striker Boyz, all that shit boy, goddamn.
Huh, huh, yeah.
The lil' big E-laid truck, bro, this the platinum one.
Gang was finna rob me, I said, "Nah, wait until his taxes come.
" Bitch made me so mad, I'm like, "Damn, bro, I can't even pass the blunt.
" Let anything keep pressin' up, when I spin, gonna look like Taz or somethin'. She in my car, then she bad or somethin'.
Walk hard, wish that I had me somethin'. I got three whips and big dog shit, Iron Mask
Face wasn't even havin' nothin'.
Hop out the whip with two sticks on me, I bet you thought I even had it on me.
I put a box on the back of my G and now my shit shoot faster. Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better.
Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black Caddy.
Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we compress shit like patties.
Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than
St. Patty. Man, how your bitch more green than St. Patty?
She probably even more green on St. Patty's Day, this shit crazy. Drunk bitch.
Aight, aight, bitch, aight. Haha. When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different nigga, no rap.
Lil' bitch want the moon and the stars, then get in the car, start to lookin' the ceiling. Gotta pop it a lil' more 'cause I come from the trenches, yeah.
The ARP got like sixty, remind me the cost of my pending.
Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep livin'.
Nigga, everything that I be talkin', I either saw it or did it.
Huh, dawg want the song on my notes to play in the car with his niggas.
Huh, she want the songs on my phone to play in the car with her bitches. Fuck it, I sent it, but only to her.
When I drive in the Demon, you might see a blur. Dude said I need to come to the church.
It's only right, I put chrome on the shirt. Nigga, it ain't no 6. 2 if the clip don't come with a curve.
I put a box on the back of my G and now my shit shoot faster.
Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better. Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk,
Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black
Caddy. Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we compress shit like patties.
Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than St. Patty.
English translation
Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', nigga!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Mhm, mhm, trap shit. MBlock, Striker Boyz, all that shit boy, goddamn.
Huh, huh, yeah.
The lil' big E-laid truck, bro, this the platinum one.
Gang was finna rob me, I said, "Nah, wait until his taxes come.
" Bitch made me so mad, I'm like, "Damn, bro, I can't even pass the blunt.
" Let anything keep pressin' up, when I spin, gonna look like Taz or somethin'. She in my car, then she bad or somethin'.
Walk hard, wish that I had me somethin'. I got three whips and big dog shit, Iron Mask
Face wasn't even havin' nothin'.
Hop out the whip with two sticks on me, I bet you thought I even had it on me.
I put a box on the back of my G and now my shit shoot faster. Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better.
Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black Caddy.
Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we compress shit like patties.
Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than
St. Patty. Man, how your bitch more green than St. Patty?
She probably even more green on St. Patty's Day, this shit crazy. Drunk bitch.
Aight, aight, bitch, aight. Haha. When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different nigga, no rap.
Lil' bitch want the moon and the stars, then get in the car, start to lookin' the ceiling. Gotta pop it a lil' more 'cause I come from the trenches, yeah.
The ARP got like sixty, remind me the cost of my pending.
Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep livin'.
Nigga, everything that I be talkin', I either saw it or did it.
Huh, dawg want the song on my notes to play in the car with his niggas.
Huh, she want the songs on my phone to play in the car with her bitches. Fuck it, I sent it, but only to her.
When I drive in the Demon, you might see a blur. Dude said I need to come to the church.
It's only right, I put chrome on the shirt. Nigga, it ain't no 6. 2 if the clip don't come with a curve.
I put a box on the back of my G and now my shit shoot faster.
Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better. Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk,
Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black
Caddy. Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we compress shit like patties.
Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than St. Patty.