Baker Ya Maker
BLÜDHAVEN
Leave ya in the dirt
With a face full of hurt
Told ya I would reassert
Ichi murkin all the purps
With the knife on the right
Roundhouse to ya eyes
Sacrifice ya to the deity below the fuckin sky

I got 2 hoes on my nuts
No bitch to make a fuss
Diggin in they guts
When I'm done I don't discuss

And now it's night time
Fright time
Locate the freight
It's all mine
Snipin the back of ya head
Feel the lead
Now ya troop with the dread
It's all mine

Morale out the window
In Norcal with a nympho
I corral all them bimbos
Goin out in my limo
If you bouta disrespect
Do it with ya kinfolk
Ima break every neck
Even tho yall fuckas been broke

And when we pull up with them hoodies
Best believe you bout to bleed
Twisted fingers in the air, I got blood stains on my jeans
If I see that you not 12, then I got everything you need
I got that coke, I got that lean, and in that trunk I keep that bean
The fuck you mean? I got that phonk, I got that sauce, I keep that good, see all my ice it drip like paint and all my diamonds dipped in blood, Imma pack another brick, move a pound off yo bitch, it’s the postman playa you might drown off the drip