ALM Pops - Bakerman Lyrics

I ain't want to do it but a n**ga had to
Eating school lunch when a n**ga was in school
Walking through the hallway
B**ch I had that tool
Had that number nine
Had it on my waist
Cock that motherf**ker back
Blow yo ass away
N**ga I can't play
Send shots round your way
Lone wolf n**ga
B**ch I got to keep the pack
Lone wolf n***a
But a n***a need a pack
Quarter back want sack
Cant snap we can't chat
Not my dog you rat
Running to the sack
Yeah
Get the pack bust it down
Then do it again
Get the plug then I link em in with my mans
Remember mixing lean
Pour it on them xans
Remember pouring syrup on them blunts
I'm sticky man
I don't do hickies man
I got that blicky baby
Pull up on a n**ga and this sh*t get wicked man
Money fold dope sold
False statement b**ch who told
Stay down I'm Pops ten toes
No love cant trust no h*e
You slime you not my bro
Get high when I get low
Smoking gas no sir I can't f*ck round with that dro
Im Mister baker baker baker man
Dosido that cookie dough I got them thin mints
Stupid a*s b**ch tried to play me I got sense
I just play along
Got right she got wrong
Zeedie only got one long
But he smoke strong
Pops Macaulay Culkin
B**ch I'm rocking home alone
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B**ch I'm rocking with Oneway
G say he got cookies
I say that I'm on the way
I open the oven
I'm blowing cookies
Got my bloods yeah they call that sh*t the bookies
I be smoking like a champ I'm not no rookie
N***a tried to play me stupid so I took it
I go outside it's tangerine
I be smoking on that gas I dont do lean
Get the bag buss it down with the team
Broke my heart got damn f*ck Maylein
I know that its cold outside
Baby your so cold inside
Tell me baby is you down to ride
Romeo Juliet suicide
I know you not