Baby Shark

[Intro]
Niggas get killed every day, B
ProtegeBeatz
Shit for real, ayy
That Lu shit

[Chorus]
They got sharks in that water
Them bitches spark, SIG soiled
I did it for them dead fathers
Nigga diss me, he gon' be a dead artist
Your bitch came, rode my dick, I had to give her gas money
They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I got cash money
Thirty bands on the Cuban, I been gettin' fast money
Plus I got a lil' juvie that go get that bag for me

[Verse 1]
Run them bitches to the sky, yeah
You hate me, eat a dick and die fast
Fuck our age, that bitch not fast
I been outer space on that walk back
Too many chemicals, I'm on that indica
Fuck that lil' bitch and I won't even remember her
And I don't even give a fuck
Backend big racks, can't bend 'em up
I said I'm Hussein, she said you insane and never could change
Ahead of my time, gon' grind 'til I get ahead of the game
Louis V frames on in the dark, I got pain all in my heart
We gon' bang out when it's war, left his brains all on his 'board
He say he thuggin', show you ride
Won't get you one, we can go tonight
Up it and bust it and hold it tight
Make a nigga cutthroat you, that soldier life
That we livin', they taught us this since children
I got niggas comin' home and I got niggas stealing, they been
Floating with that rod, tryna reel me one in
Before December 31st, I put his year to an end
They put you in that hearse, bitch, you can't try again
There ain't no sign, just beware 'fore you dive in

[Chorus]
They got sharks in that water (Tell 'em, Luwhop)
Them bitches spark, SIG soiled (Like booyah, booyah)
I did it for them dead fathers (Them dead prez')
Nigga diss me, he gon' be a dead artist (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch came, rode my dick, I had to give her gas money
They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I got cash money
Thirty bands on the Cuban, I been gettin' fast money
Plus I got a lil' juvie that go get that bag for me

[Verse 2]
When I dick her, don't give her back
I make her go get a bigger bag
I met that ho up in middle class
Now she sit in front Whop when attendance pass
Fucked the first night, I hit her fast
That boy not a Spider, he not big or fast
Rolled up his light and he hit the gas
We gon' trap all night 'til we get a bag
For them dead presidents, not hesitant, we go and get it
Poppin' seals, red medicine up in my kidney
Pockets filled with blue Benjamins, got drums, no instruments
They gon' come step on the infants 'til nigga come with my interest
Industry rappers, got no interest in them
They copy Lu, that shit they do, they gettin' it from him
Got an all-white Glock, and that bitch spit like Eminem
No Papa Doc, this bitch'll never choke
Roll up an opp and I inhale the smoke

[Chorus]
They got sharks in that water (Tell 'em, Luwhop)
Them bitches spark, SIG soiled (Like booyah, booyah)
I did it for them dead fathers (Them dead prez')
Nigga diss me, he gon' be a dead artist (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch came, rode my dick, I had to give her gas money
They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I got cash money
Thirty bands on the Cuban, I been gettin' fast money
Plus I got a lil' juvie that go get that bag for me