Remind Me by BabyKane Lyrics
[Intro]
Trillo Beats, you did it again
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
[Verse 1: Rosay]
Ayy, ayy
Told Lingo this summer that I gotta make plays
I'm done playing with these niggas, I gotta get paid
No point in shooting if you don't got great aim
Gotta face the nigga, don't let him walk away with just a grace
Told K8do we all gon' make it, it's okay if he beat me
But when you get to the top, nigga, don't leave me
Chop my brother hands off if he get too greedy
Not giving out passes to nobody 'cause the streets too greezy
My lil' sisters need me, nigga, I can't die on 'em
Not chasin' with no opps, bitch, I'ma just line on 'em
Thought they was my family, I couldn't rely on 'em
Blood thicker than water, some niggas don't get the meaning
They really treated me like shit, like I really just needin' 'em
Pockets hurt, I'm outside after it hit PM, bitch, ayy
TFO, Lil Rosay, BabyKane, baby stain, we're the winning team
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
[Verse 2: Press Sum]
Ayy, my bitch said they gon' get me so I'm ridin' out
Keep glizzy with me, reason why they hidin' out
See back in the day, niggas said they popped out
Niggas said they got some skits but niggas really been coppin' out
You talk to niggas, I talk to these bitches
I ran it up, just me and my niggas (BabyKane)
I'm out here robbin', yeah, we out here sliding
Headshots, we got to pop 'em
If I catch then I'm gon' drop him
Ray down, we gon' chase the city
Where I'm at, I'm wearin' my glizzy
Run him down, we gon' get this nigga
When I get him, I'm really gon' hit him
He a bitch, he don't get no passin'
Hundred shots, we'll really get smashin'
Who these niggas who really get it poppin'?
Hundred shots, we really get stoppin'
Pop out, we gon' pop out
Slide out, we gon' rock out
If I come, I bring the chops out
Niggas mad 'cause he ain't hide out
Fuck 'round, you got fucked around
Slid 'round and got fucked around
Talked to my bitch, had the pillow talkin'
Slid back and got put in a coffin, ayy, damn
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
Trillo Beats, you did it again
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
[Verse 1: Rosay]
Ayy, ayy
Told Lingo this summer that I gotta make plays
I'm done playing with these niggas, I gotta get paid
No point in shooting if you don't got great aim
Gotta face the nigga, don't let him walk away with just a grace
Told K8do we all gon' make it, it's okay if he beat me
But when you get to the top, nigga, don't leave me
Chop my brother hands off if he get too greedy
Not giving out passes to nobody 'cause the streets too greezy
My lil' sisters need me, nigga, I can't die on 'em
Not chasin' with no opps, bitch, I'ma just line on 'em
Thought they was my family, I couldn't rely on 'em
Blood thicker than water, some niggas don't get the meaning
They really treated me like shit, like I really just needin' 'em
Pockets hurt, I'm outside after it hit PM, bitch, ayy
TFO, Lil Rosay, BabyKane, baby stain, we're the winning team
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
[Verse 2: Press Sum]
Ayy, my bitch said they gon' get me so I'm ridin' out
Keep glizzy with me, reason why they hidin' out
See back in the day, niggas said they popped out
Niggas said they got some skits but niggas really been coppin' out
You talk to niggas, I talk to these bitches
I ran it up, just me and my niggas (BabyKane)
I'm out here robbin', yeah, we out here sliding
Headshots, we got to pop 'em
If I catch then I'm gon' drop him
Ray down, we gon' chase the city
Where I'm at, I'm wearin' my glizzy
Run him down, we gon' get this nigga
When I get him, I'm really gon' hit him
He a bitch, he don't get no passin'
Hundred shots, we'll really get smashin'
Who these niggas who really get it poppin'?
Hundred shots, we really get stoppin'
Pop out, we gon' pop out
Slide out, we gon' rock out
If I come, I bring the chops out
Niggas mad 'cause he ain't hide out
Fuck 'round, you got fucked around
Slid 'round and got fucked around
Talked to my bitch, had the pillow talkin'
Slid back and got put in a coffin, ayy, damn
[Chorus: Press Sum]
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him
We got Glocks, we got chops, we got fifties on him
If we catch him up in public, we gon' get up on him
He a sucker, ain't no passes, watch me get up on him
Red dot straight on his head, we put that heat up on him