Flexin' the pipe with no clip
Got me sittin' over here shiverin' and shakin
Put you on the pot and cook you like some bacon
Ask Fetty and Zayne, tell you bout Rainey Aiken
Y'all be fakin', catch y'all lacking, y'all want a picture with a signature
Treat you like your father figure
Oh wait, my ass hella dumb
Y'all daddy some lame ass boys, crumb bums
Seen that nigga last week and we robbed
I'm comin' in deep with the mob, once we inside, we ain't gon' stop Gon' keep goin' till all my opps drop
Coulda been had that, but all y'all do is call cops
When y'all do, I stay splurgin' Tryna beef with me, but your name is Curtis
Run up on you with no gun and rob you with a knife
Life ain't fair, so roll the f*ckin' dice
If it's not, then I'll slime you at night
Can't forget my ski and my pipe
Just know you the one who's disowned, and always has a frown
When your guardians see me, they always f*ckin' proud
I move silent, not loud
When I catch you lacking
I'ma get to Makin' and put you three, five, six feet down
Every time I hear y'all music, it makes me laugh out loud
These my opps? Man, these hoes hella clowns
Spend me a band, buy him a casket and take his friends
I'ma dig that grave at 4AM
Spinning his block, findin' this boy's family and friends
Pull up on me, five deep, you gon' need an army instead
Please don't stop when I'm chasin', you just run
Cause you doin' this scared, well
I'm doin' this for fun
Shoulda seen his face, he knew he was done
I'm off this beat, y'all niggas some bums
Catch me on the low and I'll show you what's up
We be splurgin', i'd take your shit so fast if it's worth it
Told my youngins, if they push
Up on us to get the purging
My options when it comes to these choppers or the blickies
You only live once, everything I do is risky
Baby Nina looks so nice
But the Dracs yellin' pick me
Shorty said, stop toting
But I know they tryna get me
A set up, let's bet up, OG told me keep my head up
Beretta, don't mess up, my finger never lets up
On my mama, my heart get cold, no Elsa
Tell the feds I'm a rapper and I never been a seller
I'ma be fresh as hell if I get locked up
Was broke with her, now she mad I bossed up
A.R.P. shell catcher, don't get Jack Frost up
I bet that boy hidin', duck his noodle, pasta
356 Baby Rico - Tooth Aiken (feat. Mak) Lyrics
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Flexin' the pipe with no clip
Got me sittin' over here shiverin' and shakin
Put you on the pot and cook you like some bacon
Ask Fetty and Zayne, tell you bout Rainey Aiken
Y'all be fakin', catch y'all lacking, y'all want a picture with a signature
Treat you like your father figure
Oh wait, my ass hella dumb
Y'all daddy some lame ass boys, crumb bums
Seen that nigga last week and we robbed
I'm comin' in deep with the mob, once we inside, we ain't gon' stop Gon' keep goin' till all my opps drop
Coulda been had that, but all y'all do is call cops
When y'all do, I stay splurgin' Tryna beef with me, but your name is Curtis
Run up on you with no gun and rob you with a knife
Life ain't fair, so roll the f*ckin' dice
If it's not, then I'll slime you at night
Can't forget my ski and my pipe
Just know you the one who's disowned, and always has a frown
When your guardians see me, they always f*ckin' proud
I move silent, not loud
When I catch you lacking
I'ma get to Makin' and put you three, five, six feet down
Every time I hear y'all music, it makes me laugh out loud
These my opps? Man, these hoes hella clowns
Spend me a band, buy him a casket and take his friends
I'ma dig that grave at 4AM
Spinning his block, findin' this boy's family and friends
Pull up on me, five deep, you gon' need an army instead
Please don't stop when I'm chasin', you just run
Cause you doin' this scared, well
I'm doin' this for fun
Shoulda seen his face, he knew he was done
I'm off this beat, y'all niggas some bums
Catch me on the low and I'll show you what's up
We be splurgin', i'd take your shit so fast if it's worth it
Told my youngins, if they push
Up on us to get the purging
My options when it comes to these choppers or the blickies
You only live once, everything I do is risky
Baby Nina looks so nice
But the Dracs yellin' pick me
Shorty said, stop toting
But I know they tryna get me
A set up, let's bet up, OG told me keep my head up
Beretta, don't mess up, my finger never lets up
On my mama, my heart get cold, no Elsa
Tell the feds I'm a rapper and I never been a seller
I'ma be fresh as hell if I get locked up
Was broke with her, now she mad I bossed up
A.R.P. shell catcher, don't get Jack Frost up
I bet that boy hidin', duck his noodle, pasta
Got me sittin' over here shiverin' and shakin
Put you on the pot and cook you like some bacon
Ask Fetty and Zayne, tell you bout Rainey Aiken
Y'all be fakin', catch y'all lacking, y'all want a picture with a signature
Treat you like your father figure
Oh wait, my ass hella dumb
Y'all daddy some lame ass boys, crumb bums
Seen that nigga last week and we robbed
I'm comin' in deep with the mob, once we inside, we ain't gon' stop Gon' keep goin' till all my opps drop
Coulda been had that, but all y'all do is call cops
When y'all do, I stay splurgin' Tryna beef with me, but your name is Curtis
Run up on you with no gun and rob you with a knife
Life ain't fair, so roll the f*ckin' dice
If it's not, then I'll slime you at night
Can't forget my ski and my pipe
Just know you the one who's disowned, and always has a frown
When your guardians see me, they always f*ckin' proud
I move silent, not loud
When I catch you lacking
I'ma get to Makin' and put you three, five, six feet down
Every time I hear y'all music, it makes me laugh out loud
These my opps? Man, these hoes hella clowns
Spend me a band, buy him a casket and take his friends
I'ma dig that grave at 4AM
Spinning his block, findin' this boy's family and friends
Pull up on me, five deep, you gon' need an army instead
Please don't stop when I'm chasin', you just run
Cause you doin' this scared, well
I'm doin' this for fun
Shoulda seen his face, he knew he was done
I'm off this beat, y'all niggas some bums
Catch me on the low and I'll show you what's up
We be splurgin', i'd take your shit so fast if it's worth it
Told my youngins, if they push
Up on us to get the purging
My options when it comes to these choppers or the blickies
You only live once, everything I do is risky
Baby Nina looks so nice
But the Dracs yellin' pick me
Shorty said, stop toting
But I know they tryna get me
A set up, let's bet up, OG told me keep my head up
Beretta, don't mess up, my finger never lets up
On my mama, my heart get cold, no Elsa
Tell the feds I'm a rapper and I never been a seller
I'ma be fresh as hell if I get locked up
Was broke with her, now she mad I bossed up
A.R.P. shell catcher, don't get Jack Frost up
I bet that boy hidin', duck his noodle, pasta
Writer: Treyden Charbonneau, Mason Allery
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: 356 Baby Rico
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Treyden Charbonneau, Mason Allery