Baby

I'm Mr. Retha lately

White gold on my-, I'm Claretha Baby

Lou, Lou

Baby, lately, I been tryna cut them **** off

Show my moms I'm a boss, 'member we shopped at Ross

I need my payment, It's hard for me to focus with no guap

So, baby, fuck the love, I'm tryna make these pockets pop

I love to mop, feel like maze slidin' through they shit

Sweep the whole block until it's cleaner than a bitch, like where the sticks?

11 in that stock, it's kinda sketch

'Cause the Mexicans be deep with like eleven different heads

That **** dead, and brother love to diss that **** death

But I just cracked a smile 'cause they said that I'll be next, they got me dead

That's the type of shit I laugh at

If you see me throw the three, that just means I'm finna crack that

Like, aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me

She bad and 'bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck with me

Ten milly, stuck with me, can't forget my chop ****

Always call me baby even though she know I pop ****

Like, aye, aye, yeah, she know I pop ****

Yeah, she know her baby finna pop ****, like aye, aye

Can you hear me though?

Bitch, I need a 304

Help me out though, this shit hard to understand

How do you love his life but won't take life over that man?

You let me fight with that man, let me help you comprehend

Like a baby with a rattle, but it's snatched up out of his hand

Like **** damn, I wonder who gon' keep that shit a hundred with me

Bring that trap in and bitch, I bet you gon' be stuntin' with me

1250, it got me feelin' like a rich ****

Bitches is picky, I told her tat me on her wrist, ****

But aye though, whoever hold that hand gon' be sick

No she don't ride no dick, she do tricks like twerk and the splits

Pussy be pissin' chips then she let me double 'bout flip

And I put five six in a stick better hope I miss with this bitch

My **** run

This A-K tend to get a lil' attitude, I wouldn't argue back

This ain't the bitch that you want mad at you

I'd rather choose, sendin' him by the drill list

She's inchin' on me, bet she feel this

Aye baby, say it with your chest if you fuck with me

She bad and 'bout a bag, I swear to God that ass is stuck with me

Ten milly, stuck with me, can't forget my chop ****

Always call me baby even though she know I pop ****

Like, aye, she know I pop ****

She call me baby but I pop ****

I'm Mr. Retha lately

White gold on my-, I'm Claretha Baby