BabyChiefDoit - Rotweiller Lyrics

Yeah, this what I'm gonna do
Alrighty, I'm ready
Ayy, ayy, ayy, big BabyChiefDoit, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, slatt)
Niggas know what the f*ck goin' on, I'm slime, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, slatt)
(Yeah, yeah, 26-12 shit, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

I say, I want that nugget, I want that head
I was the littlest one, but the first one to inhale the smoke, you niggas was scared
I ain't gon' argue with you 'bout nothin' ('bout nada)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what a nigga said
'Cause I leave the pipe in the striker
I'm feelin' like Mike, I'll beat shit down a nigga leg (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Know I'ma do what the f*ck I want, you niggas gon' do what the f*ck y'all can
I do not like you niggas right now, for damn sure, we ain't like y'all back then
I'm finna cop me a new 26, in a week, y'all better go check on your kin (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I do not want new friends, nigga, I am a one-man band (f*ck y'all)
I do not f*ck with you, you, or you, matter of fact, f*ck all y'all
Everybody better get the f*ck down when I walk in the room (baow-baow-baow)
I'ma make them all fall (baow-baow-baow, baow-baow-baow)
How the hell you say he took, but you ain't never?
You slimin' all wrong (you ain't slatt for real)
Shootin' his shorty ass looks, she on my team, yes, I ball hog (I need that, come here, baby)
Dog ass hotboxin' the car, why it smell like death? Can't see shit through the fog
When all you niggas were scared to blow y'all heat, I was the one they'd call
When all you niggas were scared to jump in the beef, I was the only frog
The way Buckz doggin' the 'Cat, we ain't makin' it back (ribbit, ribbit)
Need to put him on suicide watch (ribbit, ribbit)

All you hatin'-ass, bitch-ass niggas need to get the f*ck off my dick
I'm BabyChiefDoit, Mr. President, Mr. Monkey Man, Junky Man, all that gang shit
Niggas know what the f*ck goin' on
I ain't no regular rapper, I'm a superhero

I say, we don't bleed, we make shit bleed
You niggas be bitches, ain't strikin' no fear in me
I don't need no crowd when I pop out, I'm secure, I don't need no security (bitch)
I'm not a rapper, I really make shit sing, I don't really give a f*ck 'bout rap (I'll kill you)
I get paid to hop on beats and run my mouth, you niggas not hearin' me
I should've listened to bro, my head f*cked up, I was better off goin' to therapy
I used to hang with him, now if I catch him
I'm hangin' him, all you niggas dead is dead to me (killin' your ass)
Don't get it twisted, I still be tryna suit up, what the f*ck? I am not no celebrity (bitch)
Never gon' change and don't you forget that shit
I'm forever gon' roll off Ecstasy (that Molly 'Wood)
You niggas been makin' me mad, y'all live y'all life so sad (so weak)
You think your crowd so solid, whole time, need to cut your grass (slime)
Lil' bronem get on ass (uh-uh), don't know what the f*ck is a pass (what the f*ck?)
When cuz 'nem get that call, they grab they guns, they keys, they pads

Bitch, my shorties are real quick to suit up
Real quick to pop X, real quick to boot up, brrat
Real-