Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bayline Anthem , by - Dirt RichRelease date: 01.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bayline Anthem |
| Yeah, ah, we blasting |
| Kick the door, we jacking |
| Blowback, we packing |
| No questions, we wack them |
| Them niggas know, we acting |
| Push a nigga shit backwards |
| When niggas on the other side, said they looking for me lacking |
| No cappin', you cappin', shit talking when I’m rapping |
| Dope slinging, I’m trapping |
| Chain hanging, I’m snatching |
| What it say, I’m |
| You pupper, I’m cracking |
| You broke cause you lack a shot nigga, no bragging |
| In the field, John Madden |
| It’s a movie, no acting |
| Keep it on my, no lacking |
| Gun on me, don’t ax shit |
| You niggas there with no action |
| Pull up and we gon' crash you |
| Bullets make them do a back flip, gymnastics |
| , scandalous, I’m crafty |
| Hit for a hun' and now your bitch calling my daddy |
| She said she love me cause her nigga got her unhappy |
| Clutching on my forty while the police trying to harass m |
| Stop with all that flexing, boy you broke as shit, knock off |
| All my niggas killers, if you trippin' you gt knocked off |
| I be sipping drink, I love the mud, I love to work hard |
| I was taught to get it back and stay away from cop cars |
| Everywhere I go they know my name I’m like a rock star |
| Yeah I keep that thing and I pop you like a pop tart |
| Stop with all the faking, boy you lame, you is not hard |
| Yeah I keep that thing and I pop you like a pop tart |
| Baby getting sloppy in a 'rari |
| I done brought the thing and it’s a party |
| She was shaking ass like Cardi |
| Yeah I gotta hide, she my little toti |
| Baby getting sloppy in a 'rari |
| I done brought the thing and it’s a party |
| She was shaking ass like Cardi |
| Yeah I gotta hide, she my little toti |
| Been on bullshit and I can’t stop, and I won’t stop till the chop click |
| Most of these niggas not shit, just pop a lot of that hot shit |
| Same pistol I flex would be the same you get popped with |
| You would think I was from China the way I fell in love with these chopsticks |
| You ain’t gang nigga, be cautious |
| On this side, we live lawless |
| Broke bitches make me nauseous |
| Nigga we ain’t taking no losses |
| Baby I ain’t got no conscious |
| I ain’t mean stupid, I’m honest |
| I got chopper rounds in my closet |
| And I hate niggas, I promise |
| We don’t walk around with no wallet, at least a couple bands in my pocket |
| You don’t walk it nigga, you talk it |
| Keep on talking I’m gonna chalk 'em |
| Stop it, ay lil' Rob you got a problem |
| I can’t listen to no bitch, I never listened to my momma |
| Niggas love to play the role until it’s time to do the drama |
| Bitch I’m about my money rolls, say bitch I’m all about the dollars |
| Say bitch I’m all about my dough, look bitch I’m all about the commas |
| Lil' nigga you a hoe and you remind my of yo moma (gang) |
| Trying to keep my cool for like a nigga fina spaz out |
| Lil' Rob is making moves is what them pussy niggas mad about |
| And I did done it all on twenty from my dads house |
| And all I do is ball, say all a nigga do is cash out |