Final Testimony ft. BabyBoy Jay Lyrics

Aye, yeah

Babyboy

I told my niggas get ready for the big shit, big trips bout to takeoff with the rap

I told my niggas get ready for the big shit, big trips bout to takeoff with the rap

Who you know ready to buss on a nigga that fake, like a bottle just knock off his cap

I got some niggas up out of the trenches ain't working no job, they just loving the trap

I got some bitches who sucking and fucking, ain't wifing these woman, ain't got time for that

Aye, yeah

I don't like fake friends, want no new friends, nigga moving sideways, these niggas loose ends

Swipe a card two bands, working for them backends, holla at my side chick, tell her bring two friends

Got a lil modeling bitch, the first that I hit I was drowning and shit

We working for commas and shit, take the gang to the top ain't no grounding this Lift

Ain't got no time to be talking, long way from home, busy grinding for my day one niggas

Call you my brother I know I could trust you, if a nigga come play you'd lay that nigga

Told you I got you, I got you for life, if I see my nigga down imma save that nigga

Demons on go, stay ten toes, still think shit sweet just slay that nigga

One of my dawgs live and die by the trigger

And my day one nigga be fucking on strippers

Bitches love to tell me Jay you that nigga

Tell her no hoe baby you don't know my nigga

Grind to the maximum, hell of pounds yeah having em

Got the juice like a Capri sun, got her leaking no Abraham

She want to run with me, but she can't come with me

Know I be popping my shit but just humbly

Look in the mirror and say boy you was born to be

Don't gotta flex for no nigga that's under me

Yeah I get high in my zone, tend to think a lot

They ain't gone talk what's the truth, they gone hide what its really bout

First things was confusing, now I got all figured out

Got the key so I stay with the Glock on a paper route

And I'm working so I could have Prada and momma be proud that I worked for my dollars

Bring your hoe to the trap she gone swallow, my niggas the type to be fucking your momma

Out of love tired of fucking with karma, name the way that we blast off Osama

Once my dawg link with me ain't no going down, and I call her Ms. Tonka how she toy around

And she love that extended sex, going rounds

Give my love to my island, we soul bound

And still they gone hate me, can't try to please everybody some gone drown can't catch on to the wavy

Make a quarter mil what I start making daily, up on the ratings

Give back to my brothers, I promise I got em whenever I make it

Ain't got no time to be talking, long way from home, busy grinding for my day one niggas

Call you my brother I know I could trust you, if a nigga come play you'd lay that nigga

Told you I got you, I got you for life, if I see my nigga down imma save that nigga

Demons on go, stay ten toes, still think shit sweet just slay that nigga

One of my dawgs live and die by the trigger

And my day one nigga be fucking on strippers

Bitches love to tell me Jay you that nigga

Tell her no hoe baby you don't know my nigga

Grind to the maximum, hell of pounds yeah having em

Got the juice like a Capri sun, got her leaking no Abraham

Babyboy, brothers out the trap

That my day one niggas