Baby Don - ARP Lyrics

Brand new Glock, ARP, shit wont jam
Hit this bitch, I got the CC, yeah, we love to scam
I'm like, woah, damn, I'm not like the rest
Run up on me, 33 to ya melon and chest

Go to the mall, spend a band, nothing less
You a pussy, why you rap through the text
Me and your new bitch, we havin' good sex
Got some money, put some Prada on my bitch

I got like three, I'ma choose who get the dick
Glock won't jam this hollow point like Beyblade, let it rip
My partner, he a crip he gon' bust you in your shit
At age 14, I had two felonies, I bounce out with that stick

My mama told me, never be a bitch, I bounce with the stick
So I been sippin' all this lean, I think it f*ckin' with my drink
Now I'm poppin' all these beats, I don't know what got over me
I been takin' hella drugs and now I miss the sober me

It's a good day, give her a dick, I guess you call that sunny d
I go psycho, I go crazy, now I'm screamin' murder
Fat bitch eat my dick and I'm like, oh my God, bertha
Run in your home , I got a hundred shots on me, sent right in your dome

I put a beam on your head, look how it glow
She want some money, I told her no , I cop me a Tesla, I wrap it in chrome
I wanna f*ck, I wanna bone , I'm like, whoa, I'm like, go
Skirt off, I'ma go do the dash, matte black, Hellcat real fast

Double cup spilt lean on the dash, I learned how to rap and I ran up a sack
So many shots fired feel like I lagged , this shit go ra ra spit fast
I get to the bag , I ain't lookin' back, what's in my jeans 20k in cash
I made all my opps mad i laugh I made all this money scammin' rappin and trappin

I get to the top, I ain't on the backend what's on my wrist, 100k in fashion
Why the opps , tryna be my friend, no lose mfs , you get hit in the chin
I'm off of the Molly, P6 in the water, I think I'ma go and f*ck up on your daughter
I heard ya sister take dick real good, throw her in the river, that shit understood

That was back when I was smokin' on woods
Now every hood I go in I'm good
We hit the lick stole your shit, ran on foot, bitch
And I keep my stick, no pistol whip like, are you good
I'm like, damn, why? I pour me a three-five

That boy said he scared, why? Run up and he might die
Put my thumb inside her butt I can't because I'm too shy
Bitch, I did it anyway, cause she said she likes surprise
Ooh, that shit is gross, Burberry my coat

I don't wanna talk, don't pick up my phone, leave me alone