The Ants Go Marching

de Bitsy Baby

Zay Chelo, you made this?
Ayy, man, let me get the wake up, man
They look at you like you the dope man
Come on, man, I know you got it
I know you got it, come on, now
You need some dope?
Hell yeah
Man, I need a new window, man
Ain't nobody give me shit, man
Damn
Alright, damn, man, I'll cut the grass or somethin', but but I'ma need a down payment
I'm tryna get it
I got you
I'm still hustlin'

I just sit back and observe the whole room, huh
Can't go for there bitches 'cause all these bitches choose, yeah
Districted to my soul, I mean, I'm tryna play it cool
Tryna go against this shit, you must be a fool
Yeah, you must be a damn fool
Yeah, my water dancin' like I just jumped in the pool
Yeah, blood in my eyes ain't shit to send you to the, mm, yeah
Blood in my eyes ain't shit to put you on the news
On the top of the food chain
Never know how I'm feelin', when you see me, got mood swings
Lil' bad shit tryna rape me
Lil' thick shit tryna date me
Money rule the world
Into the streets, but my eyes stay up on the world
Yeah, I said it's up, or play with me, I'ma make 'em learn
Yeah, I ain't lookin' back up in the trench, it ain't no fun
You think you are untouchable? You better keep your gun
You think I forgot 'bout that lil' shit? Better keep your gun (lil' bitch, yeah)
No, ain't not runnin' from me
Lil' bitch better not run
It ain't no runnin' from me
Lil' bitch, here I come
Here I come
They spoke me up, they woke me up (they woke me up)
Lil' bad shit looked in my eyes, she already know what's up (lil' bad shit, yeah)
Can't go to sleep, blood on my mind, it got me rich as fuck (huh, I'm rich as hell)
I'm addicted to this drank, sip out the sippy cup (I'm sippy)
They tried to swap me out like Larry Hoover, all I seen was red
Move how I want, I'm like fuck the rules (fuck the rules, yeah, yeah)
Don't move the wrong way, promise they'll shoot you
He think I'm playin' but this shit real life (this shit real life)
I'm a whole gangster (lil' bitch, yeah), ho couldn't trick me out the street
Yeah, you ain't no gangster just a Man Man with a gun (a gun, yeah, aight)
Don't wanna speak on me 'cause they see how I come (they see it)
They know what I done (they know)
They know what I do (lil' bitch)
Tote my choppers out the roof (choppers out the roof)
Tote my choppers in the coupe (yeah, in-one, nigga, yeah)