Mad Scientist

[BabySolid]
Man i dont show no love to no fuck nigga
He want his lick back, tellem get up wimme
Choppa got kickback, tell that boy run like a hillbilly
Wet his block up, like a wet willy
Young niggas finna run down like a winner
You dont come outside, we gon knock down yo building
In love with this money, yea it give me a feelin
Like baby whoa said, “this money over business”
Runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
This babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My niggas get high like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young nigga venace (?)
Only got mobb tiеs, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin shit up, but that nigga not a barber
Kilo gone mad, hе fucked up in the head
Kilo gone mad, and them boys? want em dead
One in the head, my nigga ain't scared
Babylife pull up, we paint that bitch red
Speaking on kyra, you meetin the dead
Bitch im a monster, go hide in the bed
I got some young niggas get on yo head like some dreads
No we dont aim at no leg
Like (pussy ass nigga!) my niggas gone mad
Like diaper, we pull up and get on yo ass
Im clutchin that 9 when im ridin wit spaz
I hop out the car, hope you niggas run fast
I put that beam on his face like it glass
My name ringin bells like a goddamn class
Im droppin these shells, ain't droppin no egg
Hit yo whole block, ain't nobody get spared
My niggas demons, and death was like dare
I got yo bitch huggin dick like a bear
Mob shit, hell na we dont play fair
Babylife nigga, but this not no daycare
We come to yo block, but you ain't there
Blocklife nigga, this stick in my underwear
Police ride past, hid the stick by the stairs
You be wit the opps, my nigga we dont care
Runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
This babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My niggas get high like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young nigga venace (?)
Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin shit up, but that nigga not a barber

[Glokk40spaz]
Line his ass up, go get em
Smith and wesson, W mean im winnin
Caught that man at beginning, shoot em wit no ending
At Tennessee, we got the fords wit a pigeon
No toilet boy, catch em leave that boy shitty
Bitch i got that Glock, wit a drum, it hold 50
I fuck wit some bloods, so free that boy simmy
I got that good eyeball and yo man (?) drop like he jimmy
Rockstar amiri jeans, them bitches fitted
When i walk, the Glock stick to my waist, cuz im skinny
All that walk and that talk you do, the opps fasho hittem
King 30 done split his ass up like good riddance
Me and that Glock still together, like bobby & whitney
He dont want no smoke wit us, he ain't a chimney
You know that my pockets chubby, like they gibby
Bitch i done gone mad, tellem come get wit me!
This shit can get bad, babylife get vicious
We havin more guns nigga, than malicious
Dont do no more punchin, imma pistol whippa
I pour that deuce in that 4 imma real wock sipper
And this ebg shit imma top notch killa
I ain't crip, but i let that Glock block flip em
Free juju, can't go back to jail, but i miss em

[BabySolid]
Runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
This babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My niggas get high, like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young nigga venace (?)
Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin shit up, but that nigga not a barber