Ramirez - Lxrd Knows (Baby Sitter Sits On Dads Face) lyrics

[Verse 1] Whippin' in the kitchen selling bricks I'm moving dope Chain up on my neck I flex that b**h and let it go Uzi on my waist I co*k it back and let it blow Running through your hood my n***a [?] All these b**hes trippin' talking 'bout they wanna s** this dick I can feel [?] Catch my b**hes [?] Swerving through the [?] my n***a I don't love no f**ing b**h [?] Made a n***a flip the bag Swerving in the Cadillac Talking sh**, you getting smacked I don't give a f** about no b**h or no hoe [?] ain't gonna let that b**h blow I got gold up on my wrist I got gold up on my neck I got gold inside my mouth And I got gold all on this tech, aye Skrr, Skrr, Skrr, Skrr Bullet smoke up in the air Brr, Brr, Brr, Brr [?] [Verse 2] b**h I am a chef I'm whippin' up the f**ing pot Yet, it's hard up on the block I put that money in my sock You see the Glock [?] ending dream of n***as hoping n***as knowing that this ain't a game, I don't want no fame, I'm just Making money at a fast rate Living life, just at a fast pace Speeding in it with a Jag, mate 120 gotta go Pump it up k**ing it Bag it up Sell it b**h Making moves Stacking grid Make it rain Whip better b**h God damn