[Intro: BabySolid]
Yeah (Whoa)
Babylife, bitch (Bitch)
(Fuck is you talking about)
Hm, gang, gang (Babylife shit)
Hm, yeah, brr (EBG up in this bitch)

[Verse 1: BabySolid]
Babylife beatin yo' block like Muhammad Ali
You diss on Babylife shit, we gon' knock out yo' teeth
My young n***as' stick at yo' house, so you don't want no beef
I walk with that iron, and these fuck n***as walk with a crease
BabySolid gon' pop like he motherfuckin' grease
We going for mans 'cause he throwin' a C
This Babylife shit, so my stick got a double D
I got my stripes, but a n***a not bumblebee
Pop out the cut, man you don't want war with me
Solid gang shit, boy my whoa fire the blunt for me
Whoa down by my arm, man, that n***a look up to me
EBG Band Gang, leave yo’ ass down at the funeral
You don't got no killas, no
I say the word and my killas on go
Free King 30, gon' do it for Sumo
Yeah, yeah
Run the fuck down with that stick, but I don't need no cardio
I'm in the trap with Luigi, but n***a not Mario
I send yo' namе black & white like a Oreo
Comе to yo' block, shootin' shit like a video
I get that boy gone like Mysterio
You hear my name in that motherfuckin' stereo
Bitches gon' fuck for the fame, that's yo' regional
They don't want static, my n***as got radios
I got some shooters, got green like the marigold
You don't want no smoke, get you popped like a cherry hoe
Hell nah, I can't switch, but this Glock what I carry though
Bitch, fuck all of yo' dead bros
Babylife come to yo' door with that redrum
Can't go out bad, man I gotta stay 10 toes
Call me Bin Laden, but fuck with a Kilo
Woah, woah, woah
Babylife vamp, you can see on my fangs
I got some vamps finna fly out the cage
Who in the fuck thinkin' they brave?
Who gon' step in they name?
My dudes they cannot be saved
Know I'm gon' die 'bout the gang
Do any shit for the gang, hrr, hrr
Throw it up, what do you bang?
[Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz]
Huh, hrr
Bitch, I'm gf, I throw 10 letter
Caught my damn opp in a black & white Gucci sweater
Fuck with King 30, yo' ass gon' get robbed together
Where you at n***a? We can rock out whenever
Hm, bandgang come in yo' trap
I don't hang with dickriders or n***as who cap
Know some n***as got shot with that stick, ain't even lackin'
Pop out with that glizzy, I make n***as panic
Turn him to a ghost like that boy Danny Phantom
These n***as be switching like Hannah Montana
I do what I want, I fuck bitches on camera
Baby wan' do it, we ban a n***a right from Atlanta
Me and King 30 used to post up on camera
Pop out with that Tekken like BabySantana
Make n***as bite nails when we ride with them hammers
In the woods with them sticks, we don't need no damn camo
That n***a a bitch with a fye, his real name is Rambo
[?] that motherfuckin' Kilo gon' go on commando
He don't got no motion, why the fuck he keep comin' to the bando?
He done doubled the sack with that fire, but he couldn't pay his bond
You the type of hoe, that talk n***as head off and make n***as yawn
Like hoe, man, shut the fuck up with that jam (Man, shut the fuck up)
Free 30, free BJ, Juglizzy too
Don't come around me with that deuce deuce
Man, stop all that cappin' on YouTube
These n***as big square, they need tutus
I think I done lost about 2 screws
How many they think? My doctor said 42
I won't pipe ya' head up, you just boring, boo
In the G ride jumpset, it's a rented coupe
He a snitch, but I just can't help to shoot
Send the blitz, n***a, do what you got to
Young n***a just doubled down with them fyes too
Pull up to yo' block, thug off under you
I with them birds, n***as went coo-coo
Locked down all the fye, know I'm with Juju
We control these bitches, just like they Roku
I know he gon' snitch, but I let him shoot
[Outro: Glokk40Spaz]
Snitch
Bitch-ass n***a
Snitch-ass n***a
Hrr
(Fuck is you talking about)