Baby
[Intro]
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby
Lou, Lou
[Verse 1]
Baby, lately, I been tryna cut them n***as off
Show my moms I’m a boss, ‘member we shopped at Ross
I need my payment, It’s hard for me to focus with no guap
So, baby, fuck the love, I’m tryna make these pockets pop
I love to mop, feel like maze slidin’ through they shit
Sweep they whole block until it’s cleaner than a bitch, like where the sticks?
Eleven in that stock, it’s kinda sketch, ‘cause the Mexicans be deep with like eleven different heads
That n***a dead, and brother love to diss that n***a death
But I just cracked a smile ‘cause they said that I’ll be next, they got me dead
That’s the type of shit I laugh at
If you see me throw the 3, that just means I’m finna crack that
[Chorus]
Like, aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n***a
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n***as
Like, aye, aye
Yeah, she know I pop n***as
Yeah, she know her baby finna pop n***as, like aye, aye
[Interlude]
Can you hear me though?
Bitch, I need a 304
[Verse 2]
Help me out though, this shit hard to understand
How do you love his life but won’t take life over that man?
([?] with that man, let me help you comprehend)
Like a baby wit’ a rattle but it’s snatched up out his hand
Like n***a damn
I wonder who gon’ keep that shit a hunnid with me
Bring that trap in and bitch, I bet you gon’ be stuntin’ wit’ me
Twelve hunnid fifty, it got me feelin’ like a rich n***a
Bitches is picky I told her tat me on her wrist, n***a
But aye though, whoever hold that hand gon’ be sick
No she don’t ride no dick, she do tricks like twerk and the splits
Pussy be pissin’ chips then she let me double ‘bout flip, and I put five six in a stick better hope I miss with this bitch
My n***a run
This A-K tend to get a lil’ attitude, I wouldn’t argue back, this ain’t the bitch that you want mad at you
I’d rather choose, sendin’ him by the drill list
She inchin’ on me, bet she feel this
[Chorus]
Aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n***a
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n***as
Like, aye
She know I pop n***as
She call me baby but I pop n***as
[Outro]
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby
Lou, Lou
[Verse 1]
Baby, lately, I been tryna cut them n***as off
Show my moms I’m a boss, ‘member we shopped at Ross
I need my payment, It’s hard for me to focus with no guap
So, baby, fuck the love, I’m tryna make these pockets pop
I love to mop, feel like maze slidin’ through they shit
Sweep they whole block until it’s cleaner than a bitch, like where the sticks?
Eleven in that stock, it’s kinda sketch, ‘cause the Mexicans be deep with like eleven different heads
That n***a dead, and brother love to diss that n***a death
But I just cracked a smile ‘cause they said that I’ll be next, they got me dead
That’s the type of shit I laugh at
If you see me throw the 3, that just means I’m finna crack that
[Chorus]
Like, aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n***a
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n***as
Like, aye, aye
Yeah, she know I pop n***as
Yeah, she know her baby finna pop n***as, like aye, aye
[Interlude]
Can you hear me though?
Bitch, I need a 304
[Verse 2]
Help me out though, this shit hard to understand
How do you love his life but won’t take life over that man?
([?] with that man, let me help you comprehend)
Like a baby wit’ a rattle but it’s snatched up out his hand
Like n***a damn
I wonder who gon’ keep that shit a hunnid with me
Bring that trap in and bitch, I bet you gon’ be stuntin’ wit’ me
Twelve hunnid fifty, it got me feelin’ like a rich n***a
Bitches is picky I told her tat me on her wrist, n***a
But aye though, whoever hold that hand gon’ be sick
No she don’t ride no dick, she do tricks like twerk and the splits
Pussy be pissin’ chips then she let me double ‘bout flip, and I put five six in a stick better hope I miss with this bitch
My n***a run
This A-K tend to get a lil’ attitude, I wouldn’t argue back, this ain’t the bitch that you want mad at you
I’d rather choose, sendin’ him by the drill list
She inchin’ on me, bet she feel this
[Chorus]
Aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n***a
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n***as
Like, aye
She know I pop n***as
She call me baby but I pop n***as
[Outro]
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby