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BBG Baby Joe – Outro lyrics
[Intro]
Cthasound
Bitch
Hah, gang
[Chorus]
Jigga just got home, you know it's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind, no, I don't give a fuck
Pass down his block, I'm out the window, bitch, I'm quick to bust
[Verse 1]
I be that little red nigga, call me Baby Joe
Get full of pills and flash out but I'll crash though
The difference between me and your nigga, bitch, I live that
I'll catch him stoppin' by that ho and push his wig back
Thirty sticks that hang out the bottom of Glocks
Ain't got no love for no nigga, we punish opps
I show my teeth when I throw my fours at the cops
Put bread on your head, them shooters, they gon' pop
Go all in on all ten, fuck her, she get blocked
She eat my dick, don't eat no pussy, I laugh in the bag
I got my strap under the pillow while I break her back
Shit, fingerfuck the Glock and make her brother fall back
[Chorus]
Jigga just got home, you know it's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind, no, I don't give a fuck
Hang out the window on his block, you know I'm quick to bust
[Verse 2]
And if he play some games, shit, we gon' beat him up
Shit, red call, all y'all, dive and he gon' duck
We got the hammer ridin' with us, yeah, Three keep it tucked
So your little homeboy jumpin', they gon' eat the dust
Get full of Joes and we pick him off in the pickup truck
We bang thirty on my end, I tell them free Lil Kray
Bullets let off, nigga got hit, now Ken on the case
Now all your niggas pointin' fingers 'cause you bitches frauds
Now if you bark, shit, he gon' jump, man, free my fuckin' dawg
Shit, catch you bitches one by one behind that fuckin' wall
Ain't got no heart, them bitches pussy, step on all y'all
The beam fall off the bottom once you see the Glock
Don't like no fifties, I like thirties, I just copped me two
You very smart, that's sixty-four and they'll go through you
It's six of them and three lackin', so what you tryna do?
Get Three, Tally, and Lil Ruger, what's the fuckin' move?
D gon' hold up backstreet, pressure with the Glock
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
Cthasound
Bitch
Hah, gang
[Chorus]
Jigga just got home, you know it's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind, no, I don't give a fuck
Pass down his block, I'm out the window, bitch, I'm quick to bust
[Verse 1]
I be that little red nigga, call me Baby Joe
Get full of pills and flash out but I'll crash though
The difference between me and your nigga, bitch, I live that
I'll catch him stoppin' by that ho and push his wig back
Thirty sticks that hang out the bottom of Glocks
Ain't got no love for no nigga, we punish opps
I show my teeth when I throw my fours at the cops
Put bread on your head, them shooters, they gon' pop
Go all in on all ten, fuck her, she get blocked
She eat my dick, don't eat no pussy, I laugh in the bag
I got my strap under the pillow while I break her back
Shit, fingerfuck the Glock and make her brother fall back
[Chorus]
Jigga just got home, you know it's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind, no, I don't give a fuck
Hang out the window on his block, you know I'm quick to bust
[Verse 2]
And if he play some games, shit, we gon' beat him up
Shit, red call, all y'all, dive and he gon' duck
We got the hammer ridin' with us, yeah, Three keep it tucked
So your little homeboy jumpin', they gon' eat the dust
Get full of Joes and we pick him off in the pickup truck
We bang thirty on my end, I tell them free Lil Kray
Bullets let off, nigga got hit, now Ken on the case
Now all your niggas pointin' fingers 'cause you bitches frauds
Now if you bark, shit, he gon' jump, man, free my fuckin' dawg
Shit, catch you bitches one by one behind that fuckin' wall
Ain't got no heart, them bitches pussy, step on all y'all
The beam fall off the bottom once you see the Glock
Don't like no fifties, I like thirties, I just copped me two
You very smart, that's sixty-four and they'll go through you
It's six of them and three lackin', so what you tryna do?
Get Three, Tally, and Lil Ruger, what's the fuckin' move?
D gon' hold up backstreet, pressure with the Glock
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
Tell Lucci play it smart, hop out and you kill the block
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