Baguettey (feat. Trapboy Freddy)

Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Mano
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 OG Parker
 Okay, hey, baguettey, baguettey, hey
 Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
 Confetti, confetti
 Lil' mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
 Hey, my pasta is deli
 Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
 Hey, don't call on my 'telly
 All eyes on a nigga like I'm Makaveli, hey
 Get ready, get ready
 Run a couple plays up on my celly
 Ain't shit you can tell me
 'Bout my motherfuckin' fade and my fetti, hey
 Get deep in your belly
 Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
 These rap niggas jealous
 Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys
 Damn right, wrong
 That's right, I'm on, hey
 You beef, you gone
 Your brains blown, hey
 Lil' bitch so sexy
 We freak real long
 Got down with the textin'
 We gettin' it on
 I'm tryna come bone, hey
 Girl, mine is so long (I swear)
 Dripped down in cologne
 Until your spinal is gone (Goddamn)
 Go buy me some bows
 And later, go buy me some clothes (Ooh-wee)
 Drip down on you hoes
 I'ma drip down on you hoes (Ooh)
 Got the baguettey, peace
 I drip water, sheesh, hey
 That bitch daughter a freak (Freak)
 Gave me a hard-on, skeet (Skeet)
 Yeah, beep (Beep)
 I'm untamed, off the leash (Leash)
 Yella drip hard on the beat
 Okay, yeah, baguettey, baguettey, hey
 Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
 Confetti, confetti
 Lil' mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
 Hey, my pasta is deli
 Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
 Hey, don't call on my 'telly
 All eyes on a nigga like I'm Makaveli, hey
 Get ready, get ready
 Run a couple plays up on my celly
 Ain't shit you can tell me
 'Bout my motherfuckin' fade and my fetti, hey
 Get deep in your belly
 Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
 These rap niggas jealous
 Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys
 That Cuban baguettey (Baguettey)
 Wet like I done used myself (Excuse me)
 Don't need no help (Uh-uh)
 All these pounds, I move myself (Watch out)
 Three hundred grams (Grams)
 Man, my piece came all off pounds (Gas)
 Don't make no sounds (Shh)
 Hands in the air, nigga, face on the ground (Give me that)
 Watch my bracelet (Bracelet)
 Necklace wet, her nigga can't take it (Ugh)
 AP bracelet (Bracelet)
 Rockin' out the Rollie, we gon' change the faces
 Ooh, nigga, we jeweled up
 Man, these bitches gon' choose up (Choose up)
 Jimmy Choo'd up
 Double cup, bitch, I'm screwed up (Screwed up)
 Make it look easy (Easy)
 Chill, lil' bitch, might let you meet Beezy (Beezy)
 Ooh, take it a lil' easy (Easy)
 Tryna keep up, boy, that shit look cheesy
 Okay, yeah, baguettey, baguettey, hey
 Check out the Patek, soft like spaghetti
 Confetti, confetti
 Lil' mama is ready, ass shaking like jelly
 Hey, my pasta is deli
 Ice on my necklace, my ice is so heavy
 Hey, don't call on my 'telly
 All eyes on a nigga like I'm Makaveli, hey
 Get ready, get ready
 Run a couple plays up on my celly
 Ain't shit you can tell me
 'Bout my motherfuckin' fade and my fetti, hey
 Get deep in your belly
 Can't fuck with you, bitch, if you petty, you petty
 These rap niggas jealous
 Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys
 Mano
 OG Parker