H Baby - Commercial (feat. Spazz) Lyrics

Still screaming f*ck the other side them niggas wasn't around
They ain't never pull a homicide
Swerve through the city gotta cutie and some drank with me
Good loud yeah you know i keep some stank with me
I'm a young don Dada so don't play with me
Turn to target practice i guess we shopping for brains
Cause if i aim with this Beretta promise imma bang
Im the standing ovation make the crowd sang
Get dem P's for the low i like to flip thangs
She a nat get your bitch I pass her to the gang
Pull up to a nigga show and get to snatching chains
All that thuggin on the gram gone get a nigga smacked
All that thuggin on the gram gone get ya dawg whacked
Imma aim with that cutta smoke em in the back
The opps healthy when you stuff em in a back wood
Hole in one split a bitch like im tiger hood
Glock 23 hollow tips two tone
Infared on his body dont move wrong i pledge allegiance to this choppa
Imma put in work
Leave his brain on the curb body in a hurst
This for them bitch niggas switched up changed clicks this for them pussy
Niggas hiding on that hoe shit
I got the 44 tucked in all black like the reaper
Pop up in a nigga dreams blow em like some reefer

Yeah the opps talkin that mean im opp stalking
F*ck a nigga buck a nigga yeah thats what josh taught me
Youn really kno a nigga bitch back up off me
You bet not try to play imma make yo f*ckin day
Riding roun 4 deep broad day wit a K
I see the wrong nigga imma let the K spray
Choppa prancin bullets dancing call them bitches kid and play
Choppa prancing bullets dancing call them bitches kid and play

Swervin through the city geeked bitch im chasing bands
I got a play for some percs play for some zans
You want a O gotta hit me on the black phone
I spy a opp den he dropped its a red zone
Celebrating with the gang we got a nigga gone
Blowing gas its in the air i clapped a nigga soul
Nigga played up in traffic riding fish bowl
Nigga beefing wit his gang cause his dawg told
They aint tell you in these streets that pussy nigga fold
See the slime bust out his brain like a filthy nose
He let them hallows wet em up like a water hose
Spin on his block back to back like a drake song

Cant stop rolling woods my f*ckin fingers hurtin
Stop trying to beef boy you know you to suburban
Smitty cross niggas up call that bitch kyrie irving
When im dumping do em dirty boy you faking wit yo thirty
Why the f*ck is niggas worried bout my pack and what im serving
Close yo mouth go in the house for you look up see me swerving
320 the gang know we quick to leave a stain
Outwest wit my blick still yellin jumpout gang
Swervin thru your section wit a deadly weapon dont do no insta rapping
Lil bitch come get at me

Moving bags cross the city f*ck the city up
Dont wanna sell me no weight den bitch you gettin bucked
Free jacker when he touch bitch we chasing bags
Top shotta bang it out leave em toe tagged
Its a shame bitch niggas wanna play with me
Outwest 290 got this K wit me
Tre savage down to run em down and spray wit me
Got a bitch name betty and she stay wit me
Betty go she a fool she done bop niggas
Got a couple cold killers they done dropped niggas
Free da gang f*ck the opps imma opp killer
Smoking dead niggas pollution yeah its in the air
Nigga say he want smoke now he outta there
I bang out broad day on your block like f*ck a rocking chair
Bitch