Too Slow Lyrics – BabyChiefDoit

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[Intro: BabyChiefDoit]
Brr, yeah (Damn, FINNGOTIT, yeah)
Yeah, n!ggas, yeah know what the fu*k going on, man, big BabyChiefDoit, man (Brr, brr, brr)
26 12 s*it (Gang, gang, slatt)

[Chorus: BabyChiefDoit]
I say, I keep running out of s*it to say, I don’t wanna rap no more (I don’t wanna rap)
I wanna swing my door on a n!gga, tryna put tags on toes
Why would I trip ’bout a b!tch? Nine times out of ten, I already them hoes (I already had that b!tch)
We chase s*it down, for sure, one n!gga tried to run, but his ass too slow (Come here, come here)

[Verse 1: BabyChiefDoit]

I really make s*it sit down, n!ggas better get down or get left on the floor
I’m the weatherman, you don’t know who I am? Lil’ b!tch, I make s*it snow (B!tch)
My money made me tall as fu*k, I didn’t need to grow (I ain’t need to grow)
I’m getting high off laughter, hearing the opps get took, don’t need to smoke (Ha, hahaha)
You say you hot, but, no, you not
PSA, won’t peace treaty s*it, we gon’ kill whoever fu*k with the opps (We killing your ass)
Midnight, tweaking in this b!tch, they got me started and I can’t stop
Since they wanna troll, I’m throwing up fours ’cause you already know four n!ggas got shot (Four n!ggas got put in the bed)
Clean up, pulling up on n!ggas with the mops
Ain’t gotta go on hits, n!gga, I’m too rich, 10K straight paying for tops
I ain’t got much to offer, d!ck, money and d!ck is all I got
I don’t think you understand, I can take you to the top (I don’t think you understand)
I know I look like a b!tch, but I blew more smoke than you and your crew
I told bro his ass gon’ die, one day later, his ass went poof
I feel like STAR BANDZ, come through blowing, baow, boom, boom, boom
Punching him right in his s*it so goddamn hard, that n!gga done swallowed a tooth (Damn)

[Chorus: BabyChiefDoit & STAR BANDZ]
I keep running out of s*it to say, I don’t wanna rap no more
I wanna swing my door on a n!gga, tryna put tags on toes
Why would I trip ’bout a b!tch? Nine times out of ten, I already them hoes (I already had that b!tch)
We chase s*it down, for sure, one n!gga tried to run, but his ass too slow, yeah

[Verse 2: STAR BANDZ]
SB with it all, I’ll bust them shells and I’ll go toe to toe, yeah

Got certified clappers, big bad wolf, the type to blow down your door (Yeah, yeah)
I been waiting to blow, I’m like a fiend, I want all the smoke (I want all the smoke)
Chase him down, hit him in his throat, make that n!gga choke (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t leave out the crib without my chains on me (Without my chains on me)
V.I.P, walk in the party with that thing on me (I got that thing on me)
I got them hitters with me, so I wish you would (Wish a n!gga would)
Opps say I’m weak, then I laugh because I do the things you wish you could (I do the things you wish you could)
In the Princess of The Ville, one false move’ll get you killed (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Got them youngins on that corner like the King of the Hill
And I’ve been counting racks before I had a deal (‘Fore I had a deal, n!gga)
Opps should be mad ’bout being broke, but be mad about a n!gga, be for real (Be for real)
Hate that bop with all my heart, jump on her face, stomp her out (Stomp, stomp)
I’m the type to smack your mom ’cause she ain’t teaching, watch your mouth (Stomp, stomp)
Scratch the posts and come get with me, goofies do so much for clout
Seen me dolo, ain’t do nothing ’cause they know what I’m about, n!gga

[Chorus: BabyChiefDoit]
I keep running out of s*it to say, I don’t wanna rap no more (At all)
I wanna swing my door on a n!gga, tryna put tags on toes (You b!tch-ass n!gga)
Why would I trip ’bout a b!tch? Nine times out of ten, I already them hoes
We chase s*it down, for sure, one n!gga tried to run, but his ass too slow

[Outro: BabyChiefDoit]
On everything, n!gga, 26 12 s*it, b!tch, slatt