Letras
Got a body in the trunk, and the blunt full of herb
Got a sawed-off pump, make it bump then you burn
Gotta learn you a lesson, I'ma be the one to teach it
Sun down, I ain't sleepin, bitch
I'm camouflage creepin through the dark, dark night
Splinter Cell, give em hell
Got the Glock, it's a slut
Guess it like to kiss and tell
Thirty shells, crack his bell
Now we bring him through the underground
Cemetery style's got him fuckin with the bumping sound
Sunny day, poolside, listening to the waterfall
Any string I gotta pull
I will to keep my pocket swole
Big screen television, PlayStation 1
Press and pause on all that chatter
Bitch, the game has just begun
Bitch, I'm God's favorite son
Not Nas, it's Baker, bruh
Smoking reefer, drinking rum
When it's trouble I don't run
No I always keep a gun close
Fresh as fuck like Glenn Close
I'm a dog, 101 bitches I done been boned
Set the bar like limbo, raise it too high, we can't get low
White bitch with me simple, got big titties she a bimbo
Forty got extendo, talk shit, get popped like a pimple
Eddy Bake and Bones, bitch, we locked in like a safehold
Little bitch