[Chorus: notXxXayne]
I'm Baby Keem, I got two phones
Put two loans in the bank account
I got two loads, no paper towels, I'm too cold
I'm iced out, my price amount
Go to eighty thousand on a two-tone
I'm coochie mane, got two hoes
They light-skinned, put 'em two rooms
They triflin' hard on n***as
Get me a bitch, don't regard the n***as
The side of the buildin' is long, my n***a
You better get her 'fore she gone, my n***a
Fuck with your feelings, she wrong, my n***a
You write that shit out in a song, my n***a
Then when that bitch blow like a bomb, my n***a
You wait for that mo'fuckin call, my n***a
You better get her right out of the mud
You better get hеr right out of the sun
You better gеt your mind right out the gutter
And you better nip it right out in the bud
You better find you a bitch that is loyal to you
No red hoes that get passed around
I got good tone, can't match the sound
I got good poles that'll pack you down

[Verse: notXxXayne]
We gon' make a child if we copulate
We'll have a mini-me with mini hookers if we populate
Throw me on the on the bed and ride the boat until my body ache
She ain't monogamous if everybody won't cooperate
We gon' hit the blunt until everybody's intoxicated
Nobody's sayin' how much they love you till you operate 'em
Everythin' you say, you want 'em, every word, they all verbatim
With no mistakes added to the problem that you propagate
[Chorus: notXxXayne]
I'm Baby Keem, I got two phones
Put two loans in the bank account
I got two loads, no paper towels, I'm too cold
I'm iced out, my price amount
Go to eighty thousand on a two-tone
I'm coochie mane, got two hoes
They light-skinned, put 'em two rooms
They triflin' hard on n***as
Get me a bitch, don't regard the n***as
The side of the buildin' is long, my n***a
You better get her 'fore she gone, my n***a
Fuck with your feelings, she wrong, my n***a
You write that shit out in a song, my n***a
Then when that bitch blow like a bomb, my n***a
You wait for that mo'fuckin call, my n***a
You better get her right out of the mud
You better get her right out of the sun
You better get your mind right out the gutter
And you better nip it right out in the bud
You better find you a bitch that is loyal to you
No red hoes that get passed around
I got good tone, can't match the sound
I got good poles that'll pack you down

[Outro: Freddie Dredd]
What you tryna say, you little bitch? I'll end your day
What you—, what you tryna say, you little bitch? I'll end your day