Baby 8 YBN Nahmir
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[Intro]
Kaneki Kun
[Chorus]
There was one ho, cheated on that bitch, then I felt bad (Yeah)
Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (Sag)
AR’s somewhere in the trap, came with three mags (Mags)
Four doors roll the windows down, it’ll be your nap
Five packs come from different states, and we gon’ shift those
That nigga tried to flex with six chains, then he went broke
Seven niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
Eight babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (Pot stove)
[Verse]
All these bitches sneaky on my bro, you got to watch those
Niggas really switching over fame, they talking like hoes
All my niggas trapping really savage and they got poles
Seven niggas tripping, gonna put them in a chokehold
They say, “Nigga,” when I hop out that wraith
And they all tryna come be my friend, but I just want the cake
True to myself 'cause I know a lot of niggas fake
I used to want clout, I grew up from that phase
Making me play, so that ‘Rari switch lanes
Niggas gon' hate, give two fucks 'cause I’m paid
Always make noise when we come to your state
Keep playing games, we gon’ come to your place
And bounce out with K’s
Kaneki Kun
[Chorus]
There was one ho, cheated on that bitch, then I felt bad (Yeah)
Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (Sag)
AR’s somewhere in the trap, came with three mags (Mags)
Four doors roll the windows down, it’ll be your nap
Five packs come from different states, and we gon’ shift those
That nigga tried to flex with six chains, then he went broke
Seven niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
Eight babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (Pot stove)
[Verse]
All these bitches sneaky on my bro, you got to watch those
Niggas really switching over fame, they talking like hoes
All my niggas trapping really savage and they got poles
Seven niggas tripping, gonna put them in a chokehold
They say, “Nigga,” when I hop out that wraith
And they all tryna come be my friend, but I just want the cake
True to myself 'cause I know a lot of niggas fake
I used to want clout, I grew up from that phase
Making me play, so that ‘Rari switch lanes
Niggas gon' hate, give two fucks 'cause I’m paid
Always make noise when we come to your state
Keep playing games, we gon’ come to your place
And bounce out with K’s
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