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[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Mm, 15, uh
BABY 5
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I don't really like the other fuckin' side
And my lil' Glock stay by my muhfuckin' side
He dead, that's karma for fuckin' with BABY 5
I'm bread, just like a dog, that money on the line

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Hop in that foreign, I'm slidin' like Tony (Yeah, yeah)
Can't give her dick 'cause the bitch too bony
Cup so dirty, it came with a condom
I'ma fuck his auntie, his sister, his momma
I popped a 10, shit ain't fame
Got four pockets full like I signed to Lil Baby
My boy slidin', shit too brazy, I'm cool with God but I'm chillin' with Satan (Ah)
My coupe got a [?] like the shit contagious
Send bro to the doctor like he won't make it
All this Rick on me, I can't see no more
Always sellin' white girl, I won't do no cokе
Lil' bro masked up and he'll leavе no [?]
He a lil' ass boy, get [?]
Been geeked three days, wanna boot up mo'
[?] three bands [?]
Bitch [?] skeletons [?] like veterans (Yeah, yeah)
And we totin' FN and the 'Ks, we puttin' them letters up on you like lettermans (Yeah)
And lil' buddy, he comin' from 'cross the side, we servin' that dope like it's medicine
In the foreign, I'm droppin', get popped in the fye, you think that we shootin', we reppin' 'it (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I don't really like the other fuckin' side
And my lil' Glock stay by my muhfuckin' side
He dead, that's karma for fuckin' with BABY 5
I'm bread, just like a dog, that money on the line
I don't really like the other fuckin' side
And my lil' Glock stay by my muhfuckin' side
He dead, that's karma for fuckin' with BABY 5
I'm bread, just like a dog, that money on the line

[Verse 2: Frais]
How they [?], I don't know what to do with this shit
Why yo' bitch on my arm? 'Cause I'm fuckin' on [?]
Finna fly to yo' city, I'm packin' bags up
Yeah, that boy talking shit but we gun his ass down
Oxy', codeine got me so damn high, I can't sleep
I got murder on my mind, I got demons ridin' with me
When them bullets get to flyin', it's gon' knock him off his feet
Ain't no feature with no slime, boy this song belong to me
[?], know we [?], can't be
And the bitch eatin' me alive, how the hell she use no teeth?
Talk about [?] in the [?], outside moving them P's
SGMC3, love the gang, got that shit tatted on me
Gas, you can see me movin' onto better things, now [?] payin' me to speak
Might as well put my addy on a wedding ring 'cause a n***a married to the streets
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I don't really like the other fuckin' side
And my lil' Glock stay by my muhfuckin' side
He dead, that's karma for fuckin' with BABY 5
I'm bread, just like a dog, that money on the line
I don't really like the other fuckin' side
And my lil' Glock stay by my muhfuckin' side
He dead, that's karma for fuckin' with BABY 5
I'm bread, just like a dog, that money on the line