Bae 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Dang, Supreme, turn that sh*t down)
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Baby, I'm on that fly sh*t, baby, I'm so f*ckin' fly
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Double-cross his ass 'cause you bad, now get in his dad
I'ma hit the gas, f*ck that n*gga, he ain't goin' back
Bae, I'm really up, you can come and pick the paper tag
Sick of his lil' ass, just be talkin', he ain't in his bag
I don't see your boyfriend, your ex, or your baby dad
b*tch, you better respect a n*gga presence, I'm really gettin' cash
Tell that n*gga get up off his ass and come and cop a bag
He can watch my car for the day, I'll give him cash
Oh, your baby daddy think he ballin' 'cause he got a brick?
'Cause he caught that scam wave he think he on some rich sh*t?
Tell that f*ck n*gga we in our twenties and we been rich
Tell him I be beatin' that pus*y up and I don't spend sh*t
When he leave that sack, let me know so I can send jits
My stick titties bigger than your titties, b*tch, real sh*t
When you put that shh on the road, you get real rich
Hear that sh*t barkin' out the bag, n*gga, that's real pit
Thirty-five hundred for this bag, n*gga, this real sh*t
If you go to jail and she don't f*ck, that's a real b*tch
When he bust it open, I realized it wasn't a real brick
Know that he was sicker than a b*tch 'cause he wan' kill sh*t
Dog pop a pill before he drill, he don't feel sh*t
I can leave a mil' around my dog, he won't steal sh*t
n*ggas always talkin' 'bout them P's, but they ain't seal sh*t
Golden in the trap, I'm bustin' down, I'm gettin' real rich
[Outro]
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