Ransom Notes - BBG Baby Joe

Everybody load up, man, this a junkie runner

I gave that nigga five rocks, yeah, everybody enter

Pull up at the corner store, go get a thermal too

Gotta hide my tats, I bet nobody said we did it, dude

Fuck on his sister, laugh about it, she don’t even know

Smoke a joker, park the car right by the corner store

We full of sticks too, we loaded in this bitch

Back to the top, we in the Heights tryna blam a bitch

Pull up on him at the red light and lift his soul with this

I bet I be that demon child them dudes be talking 'bout and shit

Shells hopping out the bottom, note the crime scenes and shit

Bet I bat the fuck out a nigga just like I do a bitch

Go with your move and you’ll get famous, he know how it go

That badass signature, yeah that go baby blow

Bust his ass, go get that bag, since you already know

Go hit the show, we turnt up there like fuck a nigga, though

Turn this bitch into a purge, shit, what you mean by that?

Shit, my youngin got your children, you better hit me back

Shit, I want fifty flat, oh he ain’t having that?

(What?)

Ain’t goin' down, cut him open, we ain’t playing that

Grab the bitch when she leave work (Come here), like, «Where your man at?»

I heard your baby daddy had them bricks, shit, we ain’t playing that

Better hit him up, oh, he don’t talk?

Shit, we ain’t havin' that (For real?)

Cut her middle finger off, it’s fuck you, she ain’t comin' back

Ransom notes, don’t play 'bout that, man I need all that

The only thing I’m asking you is, «Tell me where your man at»

I heard he had them brick, that nigga, he the shit

Them instagram posts, he flexing bags, send me that shit

Or we gon' bust him up

Shoot your children, do you love 'em, bruh?

'Cause I need all my money and you steady playin', your time is up

Send pistols, don’t give a fuck, tell 12 I’ll zip 'em up

Man, he give me my money, have his peep, and we can get the fuck

I been the man, I handle business if M’s aren’t adding up

Like, «Bae, you got the money?»

«Daddy got it, please come save us»

But now he looking stupid, profit money, bag ain’t adding up

On the way to get it, jack the plug, but he ain’t giving up

So he bring his lil' stick and got a cutter, now he loadin' up

Meaning he gon' live or he gon' die just for his family trust

And he gon' go out with a bang but he know he don’t give a fuck

Now this a prime example how you make a purge stuck

Turn this bitch into a purge, shit, what you mean by that?

Shit, my youngin got your children, you better hit me back

Shit, I want fifty flat, oh he ain’t having that?

(What?)

Ain’t goin' down, cut him open, we ain’t playing that

Grab the bitch when she leave work (Come here), like, «Where your man at?»

I heard your baby daddy had them bricks, shit, we ain’t playing that

Better hit him up, oh, he don’t talk?

Shit, we ain’t havin' that (For real?)

Cut her middle finger off, it’s fuck you, she ain’t comin' back