[Intro]
Se fala que amo eu tô mentindo
Menina eu sou artista focado e capacitado
Em taca forte nas novinhas
Eu já sofri por amor
Mas não sofro mais
Agora o 212 vip exala-

[Verse 1: OY Quan]
On the block moving too hot
Rule number 1, better stay with your knocks
RIP Notti, I miss you a lot
I take out this .9, he getting shot
If you ain’t gang, better stay in your lane (oh shit)
For my n***as you know Ima bang (oh shit)
Shoot first, Im upping that thing
Like, shhh got put in a frame

[Chorus: Trap Baby]
I gotta baddie, she say she wanna hold on this knock
Say she wanna lay with us, stuck up on the block
2 opps in the air, that’s all we roll
On the blocks with my demons, they all on go
Murder she wrote

[Verse 2: OY Quan]
Oh shit
I got a whole lot of guns
Run up on me, you get turnt into runtz
Tryna creep, then your ass out of luck
Roscoe G gonna slide with the bomb
Likе, shhh, if it’s up then it’s stuck
Everything dead, I ain’t dapping thеm up
(Oh shit) CHII, he dead in this blunt (CHII)
[Verse 3: Roscoe G]
Grrah
Like, I’m tryna slide by myself
Fuck a beam, Ima turn on the shelf
Walk up the steps and I’m looking for Kel
Creep up on him, tryna give that boy hell
.45 in my pants tryna knock off his coofie
Get him gang, make him slide on toosie
We on his block tryna make it a movie
[?]

[Verse 4: Trap Baby]
She wanna fuck with the O’s
And my n***as [?]
Pour wock and we shoot at your Ksubis
Baddies on baddies, they all wanna do me
Remember days on that block I was ducking from [?]
She thick and a vibe
Gotta stick and tryna get inside
And lil momma down for the ride

[Chorus: Trap Baby]
I gotta baddie, she say she wanna hold on this knock
Say she wanna lay with us, stuck up on the block
2 opps in the air, that’s all we roll
On the blocks with my demons, they all on go
Murder she wrote
[Ouro: Trap Baby]
I gotta baddie, she say she wanna hold on this knock
Say she wanna lay with us, stuck up on the block
2 opps in the air, that’s all we roll
On the blocks with my demons, they all on go
Murder she wrote