Cap 1 - Baby Sitter lyrics

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Feat. OJ Da Juiceman

[Intro]

It's the third time

We at it again

You already know how we do

We get it in

Then we get it going, man

Straight as that

[Verse]

Street service packed

In the kitchen with them babies, nigga

They about to drive me crazy, nigga

I just got rid of my old lady, nigga

Rock on my goal like the 80', nigga

Whipping the work, going crazy

Standing in the kitchen with choppers

I whip up the X and loose all the ops

And I come to your city

And that city locked

My own money, nigga, no distractions

We talk the birdie poppers, yeah

You might have got it

Drop strapped, fucking up with chill

Fucking pay me, nigga!

Cold world on the phone,

Who need a babysitter?

Baking soda, fucking up the alfers

Front door ride for a nigga

Then went through the red light

Told my nigga watch for the rollers

[Hook]

In the kitchen with them babies, nigga

In the kitchen with them babies, nigga

Now I'm looking for a babysitter

Call my phone, who need it

Nigga, I'm out there looking for that work

Call my phone, who need it

Nigga, know I got that work

Chopping on mike with no warning

Everyday like it was the first

Heard the pimp gone, need a drink

Look for me, they search the building

Always in the hallway, always tryna get it

Standing on the toe, nigga gon' get it

Then I break chill, standing on their

Mind, but all of them niggas still in the kitchen

Real street niggas still jungle these fists

Elyah, you turned out fizzy

And if I yield to Crazyboy

I might get a white boy to steal on Ledgy(?)