Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bayline Anthem, artist - Dirt Rich
Date of issue: 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 |