Baby Yoda - Chetta

Chop the roof off

Let me ride like its stolen

Ima hotboy

Ain’t no telling what im holding

Drop a sixer of the tris

In my soda

And my ar got a beam

Call it yoda

Spend a c note

Just to park

Where the hoes at

Vibing on my rooftop

Smoking on a big pack

Glock 19

Always poking

Where the pole at?

Tell me can you hold that?

Baby can you hold that?

Ima pull up

Scream bloody murder

Its hot in the trap

And we still haven’t heard of ya

I got these racks and these straps

Like the punisher

Fuck from the back

Ima break all her furniture

Counting up mula

I feel like im gudda

Ysl dripping

Your bitch call me gunna

Pull the cal ripkin

It rip like no other

Over here popping

Like i need another

Did i stutter?

All on her lips like some color

Hold up

Talking my shit

Its no wonder

Ima

Pull up like lightning

Im thunder

Hold up

Run up on shit

Its a come up

Come up

Get what you got

Pussy run up

What up

Im in the field

With lions and bears

I smoke the pound

Cause life isnt fair

Popping on something

No i never share

This choppa go crazy

Might shoot at the air

Im fucking on shawty

She think that i care

Im fully aware

Im fully aware

That draco be jumping

I jump over heads

Ten racks to my lawyers

Like fuck all the feds

One call to my migos

They chopping off heads

No im never scared

Im already dead…

Yeah yeah

Already dead

Already dead

Already dead

Yeah yeah

Heat up the block

And im walking on coal

Two hundred for socks

And they keep getting old

Twelve hundred for louis prints

All on my soles

I got it on lock

Yeah i got this shit sewed

Ain’t tryna survive

Im tryna get throwed

Go show me the way

And ill kick it the door

Keep loading it up

Bitch its up with the poles

Im breaking it down with the work

Shipping bows

Baby on go

I can’t fuck you no more

I just drive by the whip

And i shoot at you hoes

Breaking the seal

Pour all the fo’s

I couldn’t chill with my whole neck on froze

Dont need me no deal

I need me a rolls

Dont need me no pills

Im still taking more

Be all in her ear

Selling her soul

Dont have no fear

Im here to blow

Did i stutter?

All in her mouth

Like some bubbles

Hold up

Sleep with a Glock

Thats a cuddle

Ima

Pull up on blocks

What the bubble

What up

Trying your luck

Thats a stuggle

Hold up

Try me

My team going to huddle

Run up

Im in the streets

With killers and feins

Load up the sig

Full magazine

Smoking on runtz

Till my cranium bleeds

Keep chopping it up

Till they matching my speed

Im fully deluxe

Off a xan and a bean

You know what i mean

You know what i mean

That f & n gone reach

Im knocking out teeth

Ya bitch wanting me

Im james in the peach

Smoke yoda og

Tryna fix all my head

No im never scared

Im already dead

Yeah yeah

Already dead

Already dead

Already dead

Yeah yeah

How

How

How

How do you ride…

How do you ride…

How do you ride…

How do you ride…

Is you gone slide…

Is you gone slide…

Is you gone slide…

Is you gone slide…

…Im dying inside

Already dead no feelings inside

Just waiting to die

Its tearing me down…

Its tearing me down…

Its tearing me down…

…Im dying inside

Its tearing me down…

All in my vibe…

…Its tearing me down…

Im tryna ride…

…Its tearing me down…

Close out my eyes

…Its tearing me down…

Bury me down

…Its tearing me down…

Just bury me down

Just bury me down