Timeless lyrics

[Intro]
(Von Classic)

[Verse 1: Babys World]
Feelin' like Ox, got me layin' on the floor with a chop
I was chillin' in the kitchen, all I heard was a knock
n*ggas sittin' on them bricks, I was servin' the blocks
n*ggas snitchin' with permission, they done turned into cops

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Ayy, ayy
Treat you like them marble floors, boy, and I'll get you mopped
Stop always askin' where I'm at, you know I'm on the block
I don't pop no f*ckin' pills, boy, but I'll get you popped
Askin' what's on my feet, them the shoes with the locks

[Verse 3: Babys World]
b*tch, I'm swervin' for a purpose, 'bout to burn me an opp
Closed curtain, short service, n*ggas sayin' I'm hot
A n*gga really runnin' circles 'round this yay in the spot
These n*ggas silly, droppin' purple, actin' gay with a pop

[Verse 4: Tay B]
I don't drink no f*ckin' lean, but today, I'm off a three
You probably think she a f*ckin' queen, but shе with me
She say that I'm a blessing, yеah, I make b*tches sneeze
She say you a stressing, yeah, you make b*tches leave
We not switchin' up the bag, n*gga, consistency
You be switchin' P's, y'all lame n*ggas switchin' teams
Got a bald-head fiend, call that n*gga Mr. Clean
He come twice a week and he spend like eight G's
[Verse 5: Babys World]
Twelve pints in one week, I done touched eleven fees
Young n*gga stay with money, droppin' hundreds when I sneeze
Say somethin', lil' n*gga, eight hundred for these jeans
Break one? Stop frontin', come and get the whole P
Took loads to the V, you was bold in the street
Put mold on your freak, touch souls on the beat
Played roles like I'm Meech, stay strong, I'm a beast
Dead wrong, I should preach

[Verse 6: Tay B]
She give me head while I'm sleep, n*gga
f*ck that, you ain't f*ckin' with my bad day
Pull that chopper out and send a n*gga on a fast break
Dump on you pus*y-ass n*ggas like an ashtray
You gon' let that b*tch go and trap you like you Ashtray

[Verse 7: Babys World]
Caught up in my way, you just walkin' down my pathway
Brung up like I'm paid, I'm just talkin' in a bad way
Bossin' like Dwayne, I'm just ballin' at a fast rate
Poppin' that champagne, I'm exhausted on a bad day

[Refrain: Babys World & Tay B]
Ayy, spent thirty on my wrist (Look at it, n*gga)
Drop thirty in the b*tch (Got a cook habit)
Pops forty and he rich (Been had it)
Pop shorty, now he sick (Uh, uh)
Spent thirty on my wrist (Look at it, n*gga)
Drop thirty in the b*tch (Got a cook habit)
Pops forty and he rich (Been had it)
Pop shorty, now he sick (Uh, uh)
[Outro]
(Von Classic)