Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ransom Notes, artist - BBG Baby Joe
Date of issue: 03.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ransom Notes |
Everybody load up, man, this a junkie runner |
I gave that nigga five rocks, yeah, everybody enter |
Pull up at the corner store, go get a thermal too |
Gotta hide my tats, I bet nobody said we did it, dude |
Fuck on his sister, laugh about it, she don’t even know |
Smoke a joker, park the car right by the corner store |
We full of sticks too, we loaded in this bitch |
Back to the top, we in the Heights tryna blam a bitch |
Pull up on him at the red light and lift his soul with this |
I bet I be that demon child them dudes be talking 'bout and shit |
Shells hopping out the bottom, note the crime scenes and shit |
Bet I bat the fuck out a nigga just like I do a bitch |
Go with your move and you’ll get famous, he know how it go |
That badass signature, yeah that go baby blow |
Bust his ass, go get that bag, since you already know |
Go hit the show, we turnt up there like fuck a nigga, though |
Turn this bitch into a purge, shit, what you mean by that? |
Shit, my youngin got your children, you better hit me back |
Shit, I want fifty flat, oh he ain’t having that? |
(What?) |
Ain’t goin' down, cut him open, we ain’t playing that |
Grab the bitch when she leave work (Come here), like, «Where your man at?» |
I heard your baby daddy had them bricks, shit, we ain’t playing that |
Better hit him up, oh, he don’t talk? |
Shit, we ain’t havin' that (For real?) |
Cut her middle finger off, it’s fuck you, she ain’t comin' back |
Ransom notes, don’t play 'bout that, man I need all that |
The only thing I’m asking you is, «Tell me where your man at» |
I heard he had them brick, that nigga, he the shit |
Them instagram posts, he flexing bags, send me that shit |
Or we gon' bust him up |
Shoot your children, do you love 'em, bruh? |
'Cause I need all my money and you steady playin', your time is up |
Send pistols, don’t give a fuck, tell 12 I’ll zip 'em up |
Man, he give me my money, have his peep, and we can get the fuck |
I been the man, I handle business if M’s aren’t adding up |
Like, «Bae, you got the money?» |
«Daddy got it, please come save us» |
But now he looking stupid, profit money, bag ain’t adding up |
On the way to get it, jack the plug, but he ain’t giving up |
So he bring his lil' stick and got a cutter, now he loadin' up |
Meaning he gon' live or he gon' die just for his family trust |
And he gon' go out with a bang but he know he don’t give a fuck |
Now this a prime example how you make a purge stuck |
Turn this bitch into a purge, shit, what you mean by that? |
Shit, my youngin got your children, you better hit me back |
Shit, I want fifty flat, oh he ain’t having that? |
(What?) |
Ain’t goin' down, cut him open, we ain’t playing that |
Grab the bitch when she leave work (Come here), like, «Where your man at?» |
I heard your baby daddy had them bricks, shit, we ain’t playing that |
Better hit him up, oh, he don’t talk? |
Shit, we ain’t havin' that (For real?) |
Cut her middle finger off, it’s fuck you, she ain’t comin' back |