[Hook: EvilBabyJoker]
She tell me to put down the cup, think it's glued to my hands
These blue hundreds stiff in these rubber-bands
She say I spend all my money on exotic strands
Three pockets full, it's a Glock in designer pants
The way that she choosin', I know she don't have a man
Prolly do, but he don't got a plan
If we beefin', I won't sleep until you in god's hands

[Verse 1: EvilBabyJoker]
Scrapin' the pot, residue on the pot and pans
I see that he stuck, he got caught in the quicksand
Court side watchin the game, not a Hawks fan
Free the slaves, you hear the chains when we walk in
Left me the ride, I got back up on all tens
Scraped up my elbows and knees
Had to crawl out the trench
How I walk out the pharmacy with all of these scripts?
How he just got locked up and he out so quick?
We come through late night, a episode of Nick
Someone grab the wheel, it's fightin' me
I'm finna tip, who told me to face me a 6?
We bought us some steel
You think you gon' ball up yo fist?
My country bitch wake me up with fish and grits
Bullets rip through his shirt
Think he need him a med-kit
Came out the womb and you ain't use your head since
Woke up, put on a suit, and became you a witness
And walk light on your toes
I'm performin' inside the kitchen
Not a chef, but now I become a chemist
They tell me it's cheap, better mind your business
I'ma blow it who knows if tomorrow's given
This shit I put on cost, I hardly fit in
My bitch evil with me, she Harley Quinn
Had to jump off the porch, they did not hold my hand
Assault rifle hold the fan
Exotic leaves from Cali, lookin' like Jackie Chan
All these sticks around, might as well be in Japan
I can take you somewhere between the ocean and the land
You want another one so I'm back in trance
German engineering, parts imported from France
I'm here for your throat, I don't want the romance
So it's fine with me if we're just been friends
Let him bake you a cake, know it come with a twist
N***as wanna be number one, but they're so Sierra Mist
I love when I feel the vibrations comin' from the flip phone that's glued to my hip
Babyjoker, Bob the Builder, give you a fix
Hands turnin' red cause my palms like to itch
Got a wall up big as China's
Cause I know that they switch
[Hook: EvilBabyJoker]
She tell me to put down the cup, think it's glued to my hands
These blue hundreds stiff in these rubber-bands
She say I spend all my money on exotic strands
Three pockets full, it's a Glock in designer pants
The way that she choosin', I know she don't have a man
Prolly do, but he don't got a plan
If we beefin', I won't sleep until you in god's hands

[Verse 2: Veeze]
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[Hook: EvilBabyJoker]
She tell me to put down the cup, think it's glued to my hands
These blue hundreds stiff in these rubber-bands
She say I spend all my money on exotic strands
Three pockets full, it's a Glock in designer pants
The way that she choosin', I know she don't have a man
Prolly do, but he don't got a plan
If we beefin', I won't sleep until you in god's hands