Lxrd Knows (Baby Sitter Sits On Dads Face) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, whippin' in the kitchen
Selling bricks I'm moving dope (god damn, moving dope)
Chain up on my neck
I flex that b*tch and let it go (I let it go)
Uzi on my waist I c*ck it back and let it blow (I let it blow)
Running through your hood my n*gga
All them lords will know (All them lords will know)
All these b*tches trippin' talking 'bout they wanna suck this di*k
Ima flip another pack and I've been serving up these bricks
Catch my pigeons and hit the coupe [?] boy you sick
Swerving through the lanes my n*gga
I don’t love no f*cking b*tch
Word of mouth I bought a pack (yeah)
Made a n*gga flip it back (yeah)
Swerving in the Cadillac (yeah)
Talking sh*t, you getting smacked (yeah)
I don't give a f*ck about no b*tch or no hoe
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We gon let that b*tch blow
I got gold up on my wrist
I got gold up on my neck
I got gold inside my mouth
And I got gold all on this tech, aye
Skrr, Skrr, Skrr, Skrr
Bullet smoke up in the air
Brr, Brr, Brr, Brr
Plug callers everywhere
[Verse 2]
b*tch I am a chef
I'm whippin' up the f*cking pot
Yet, it's hard up on the block
I put that money in my sock
You see the Glock that I be toting
Ending dreams of n*ggas hoping
n*ggas knowing that this ain’t a game
I don’t want the fame, I’m just
Making money at a fast rate
Living life, just at a fast pace
Speed demon with a Jag, mane
120 gotta go
Pump it up
Killing it
Bag it up
Sell it b*tch
Making moves
Stacking grid
Make it rain
Whip better b*tch
God damn