Lyrics Baby Yoda - Chetta

Baby Yoda

Chop the roof off
Let me ride like its stolen
Ima hotboy
Ain’t no telling what im holding
Drop a sixer of the tris
In my soda
And my ar got a beam
Call it yoda
Spend a c note
Just to park
Where the hoes at
Vibing on my rooftop
Smoking on a big pack
Glock 19
Always poking
Where the pole at?
Tell me can you hold that?
Baby can you hold that?
Ima pull up
Scream bloody murder
Its hot in the trap
And we still haven’t heard of ya
I got these racks and these straps
Like the punisher
Fuck from the back
Ima break all her furniture
Counting up mula
I feel like im gudda
Ysl dripping
Your bitch call me gunna
Pull the cal ripkin
It rip like no other
Over here popping
Like i need another
Did i stutter?
All on her lips like some color
Hold up
Talking my shit
Its no wonder
Ima
Pull up like lightning
Im thunder
Hold up
Run up on shit
Its a come up
Come up
Get what you got
Pussy run up
What up
Im in the field
With lions and bears
I smoke the pound
Cause life isnt fair
Popping on something
No i never share
This choppa go crazy
Might shoot at the air
Im fucking on shawty
She think that i care
Im fully aware
Im fully aware
That draco be jumping
I jump over heads
Ten racks to my lawyers
Like fuck all the feds
One call to my migos
They chopping off heads
No im never scared
Im already dead…
Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
Yeah yeah
Heat up the block
And im walking on coal
Two hundred for socks
And they keep getting old
Twelve hundred for louis prints
All on my soles
I got it on lock
Yeah i got this shit sewed
Ain’t tryna survive
Im tryna get throwed
Go show me the way
And ill kick it the door
Keep loading it up
Bitch its up with the poles
Im breaking it down with the work
Shipping bows
Baby on go
I can’t fuck you no more
I just drive by the whip
And i shoot at you hoes
Breaking the seal
Pour all the fo’s
I couldn’t chill with my whole neck on froze
Dont need me no deal
I need me a rolls
Dont need me no pills
Im still taking more
Be all in her ear
Selling her soul
Dont have no fear
Im here to blow
Did i stutter?
All in her mouth
Like some bubbles
Hold up
Sleep with a Glock
Thats a cuddle
Ima
Pull up on blocks
What the bubble
What up
Trying your luck
Thats a stuggle
Hold up
Try me
My team going to huddle
Run up
Im in the streets
With killers and feins
Load up the sig
Full magazine
Smoking on runtz
Till my cranium bleeds
Keep chopping it up
Till they matching my speed
Im fully deluxe
Off a xan and a bean
You know what i mean
You know what i mean
That f & n gone reach
Im knocking out teeth
Ya bitch wanting me
Im james in the peach
Smoke yoda og
Tryna fix all my head
No im never scared
Im already dead
Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
Yeah yeah
How
How
How
How do you ride…
How do you ride…
How do you ride…
How do you ride…
Is you gone slide…
Is you gone slide…
Is you gone slide…
Is you gone slide…
…Im dying inside
Already dead no feelings inside
Just waiting to die
Its tearing me down…
Its tearing me down…
Its tearing me down…
…Im dying inside
Its tearing me down…
All in my vibe…
…Its tearing me down…
Im tryna ride…
…Its tearing me down…
Close out my eyes
…Its tearing me down…
Bury me down
…Its tearing me down…
Just bury me down
Just bury me down