[ Featuring Eddy Baker ]
Got a body in the trunk, and the blunt full of herb
Got a sawed-off pump, make it bump then you burn
Gotta learn you a lesson, I'ma be the one to teach it
Sun down, I ain't sleepin, bitch
I'm camouflage creepin through the dark, dark night
Splinter Cell, give em hell
Got the Glock, it's a slut
Guess it like to kiss and tell
Thirty shells, crack his bell
Now we bring him through the underground
Cemetery style's got him f*ckin with the bumping sound
Sunny day, poolside, listening to the waterfall
Any string I gotta pull
I will to keep my pocket swole
Big screen television, PlayStation 1
Press and pause on all that chatter
Bitch, the game has just begun
Bitch, I'm God's favorite son
Not Nas, it's Baker, bruh
Smoking reefer, drinking rum
When it's trouble I don't run
No I always keep a gun close
Fresh as f*ck like Glenn Close
I'm a dog, 101 bitches I done been boned
Set the bar like limbo, raise it too high, we can't get low
White bitch with me simple, got big titties she a bimbo
Forty got extendo, talk shit, get popped like a pimple
Eddy Bake and Bones, bitch, we locked in like a safehold
Little bitch
