Baby Bash - Oh WowLyrics

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill Now with these visions and these bad thoughts Runnin' through my mind Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan Situation critical, it's called creepy physical Hella cold, I'm a gonna be off in hell old Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless I ain't home, but my mama don't notice Nationwide with thugs, locked out it's just us With the Feds and the police out to bust us The most prominent, see we stay dominate And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage End up on my block saying we the savage So you made a little money, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you roll on 24's, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you earned a few stripes, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? I hear you rappin' 'bout the streets, talkin' bout pushin' deal When most of y'all never seen a triple beam scale Runnin' from weed smell, runnin' from dank smoke Then you get on the mic, talkin' bout you been chokin' Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with your chump change Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin' punk names You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard Baby bash cross game, that's a negative With savage dreams on my mind so repetative Let it live, let it go, player do or die 'Cause fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin' me So while I have kids beatin' up on the door I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona So you got a platinum grill, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you got a record deal, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you pack a few gats, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? You fell in love with your bitch, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up Try to make a couple stacks for' the days up Hustle hard nigga, that's how I live Only fuckin' with fans, my niggas and relatives And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot For supplying all the beats to the have nots HP you ain't knowin' I run this, so stop braggin' Won't kill what you don't bitch or watch your grill hoe I'll have you iced out, you beat grills With your motherfuckin' lights out Lame nigga, we ain't worried about your salary Get off them pills and come back to reality So you made a little money, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you roll on 24's, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? So you earned a few stripes, oh wow What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?