Lyrics Baby Bro - 88GLAM

Baby Bro

Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a-
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my-
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke
Now they want my bag, they want my dope
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe
Never wanted me, they want my ho
Never wanted me when I was broke
Then I hop out a brand new drop
Pull up to the function and your bitch is on my jock
I don’t bop, I just lean like I’m Joc
Diddy Bop, wait, I mean Milly Rock
How the fuck you flex, you flying coach
Used to be a player, now I’m coach
Balenciaga jeans, you in Coach
Diamonds mad at me, yeah, they choke
They didn’t want me, they want my neck
I be pouring Act', you pouring 'Tech
Engine in the back, what is next?
This is not an act, it’s a flex
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a-
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my-
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke
Now they want my bag, they want my dope
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe
Never wanted me, they want my ho
Never wanted me when I was broke
Peephole, shoot it like a free throw
Cee-Lo, like my hundreds neat, though
Peephole, .40 while I sleep, ho
Sippin' lean, take the private jet to Heathrow
They didn’t want the boy that playin' hopscotch
Now they want the boy in Saint Laurent, yeah
Switching up on friends like, «What you want?», yeah
I remember bagging dope to make a comma
Saucin', watch a hater intervene
They wasn’t there when I was hustlin' with my team
So now the Bentley be a coupe, no limousine (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Chanel all on my bitch, no rockin' the McQueen (no)
Hold up, wait a minute, outta time
Pressure brought the diamonds, they go blind
Pull up in the Bentley with my slime
They tryna fuck the squad so they could climb
Glam Boy in the picture like a pageant
Used to be a savage, do the damage
Shooter brought the sticks like this shit camping (this shit campin')
Catch me out in public, that’s not happening (nah)
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want a band, they want a-
Now they want my bag, they want my quote
Now they want my bag, they want my-
They ain’t want me, they want my bro
They ain’t want me, they want my woe
They ain’t want me, they want my ho
They ain’t want me when I was broke