Baby lyrics

[Intro]
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby
Lou, Lou

[Verse 1]
Baby, lately, I been tryna cut them n*ggas off
Show my moms I’m a boss, ‘member we shopped at Ross
I need my payment, It’s hard for me to focus with no guap
So, baby, f*ck the love, I’m tryna make these pockets pop
I love to mop, feel like maze slidin’ through they sh*t
Sweep they whole block until it’s cleaner than a b*tch, like where the sticks?
Eleven in that stock, it’s kinda sketch, ‘cause the Mexicans be deep with like eleven different heads
That n*gga dead, and brother love to diss that n*gga death
But I just cracked a smile ‘cause they said that I’ll be next, they got me dead
That’s the type of sh*t I laugh at
If you see me throw the 3, that just means I’m finna crack that

[Chorus]
Like, aye baby, say it with your chest if you f*ck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n*gga
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n*ggas
Like, aye, aye
Yeah, she know I pop n*ggas
Yeah, she know her baby finna pop n*ggas, like aye, aye
[Interlude]
Can you hear me though?
b*tch, I need a 304

[Verse 2]
Help me out though, this sh*t hard to understand
How do you love his life but won’t take life over that man?
([?] with that man, let me help you comprehend)
Like a baby wit’ a rattle but it’s snatched up out his hand
Like n*gga damn
I wonder who gon’ keep that sh*t a hunnid with me
Bring that trap in and b*tch, I bet you gon’ be stuntin’ wit’ me
Twelve hunnid fifty, it got me feelin’ like a rich n*gga
b*tches is picky I told her tat me on her wrist, n*gga
But aye though, whoever hold that hand gon’ be sick
No she don’t ride no di*k, she do tricks like twerk and the splits
pus*y be p*ssin’ chips then she let me double ‘bout flip, and I put five six in a stick better hope I miss with this b*tch
My n*gga run
This A-K tend to get a lil’ attitude, I wouldn’t argue back, this ain’t the b*tch that you want mad at you
I’d rather choose, sendin’ him by the drill list
She inchin’ on me, bet she feel this

[Chorus]
Aye baby, say it with your chest if you f*ck with me
She bad and ‘bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck wit’ me
Ten milly, stuck wit’ me
Can’t forget my chop n*gga
Always call me baby even though she know I pop n*ggas
Like, aye
She know I pop n*ggas
She call me baby but I pop n*ggas
[Outro]
I’m Mr. Retha lately
White gold on my- I’m Claretha Baby