Baby Girl lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, whole pointers 'round my motherf*ckin' neck, n*gga
Yeah, six karats in my ears, n*gga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil' n*gga

[Verse 1]
Yeah, too many chains, b*tch, you can't change (b*tch, you can't change)
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training (I ain't got home training)
Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats (Bling, blaow)
Yeah, VVS, n*gga, real clarity (Real, wow)
Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a b*tch, clearly (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, can't let a broke b*tch get near me (21, 21)
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely (21)
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your b*tch staring (Got your b*tch staring)
Goyard bag, I'm on some other sh*t, b*tch boy (b*tch boy)
Fire at us, we'll get your pus*y ass hit, boy (Get you hit, boy)
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy (That Draco, boy)
All you n*ggas get capped, I'm the real McCoy (I'm the real, yeah, n*gga)
Yeah, smoking cookie, n*gga, Chips Ahoy (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the b*tch annoying (21)
No more hot boxes, n*gga, all my sh*t foreign (All my sh*t foreign)
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a n*gga snoring (Got me snoring)

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl (Yeah)
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl (Yeah, yeah)
Ride that di*k and do the bunny hop, baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride that di*k and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout f*ckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci sh*t, all that sh*t be tailored, girl (On God)
Yeah, you got some cake, a n*gga tryna bake it, girl (I ain't stayin')
[Verse 2]
Stab a n*gga up, this that Shawshank Redemption (21)
b*tch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension (21)
Got a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with the chopper, n*gga stuttering and flinchin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, you better be a pro (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this di*k
b*tch, I'ma buy me a 'K, extended clip on the bottom of this sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, my 833s and 204, they makin' me biscuits (21)
Ho, I'm really rich, don't know what a b*tch thought (What this b*tch thought)
Yeah, VVS b*tch, they doin' a crip walk (Doin' a crip walk)
n*ggas act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk (Yeah, yeah)
My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork (The pitchfork)
Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard ('Til it get hard)
I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid (Make me paranoid)
I pull up with the stick and let this b*tch spark (On God)
Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks (21, 21)

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl (Yeah, yeah)
Ride that di*k and do the bunny hop, baby girl (Bunny hop)
Ride that di*k and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21, 21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout f*ckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci sh*t, all that sh*t be tailored, girl (21)
Yeah, you got some cake, a n*gga tryna bake it, girl (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Nah, for real, dawg (Yeah), nah, for real, dawg (Yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (Yeah), nah, for real, dawg (Yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (Yeah), nah, for real, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (Yeah), nah, for real, dawg (Yeah)
21, 'ight