Yella Beezy - Baguettey lyrics

[Intro: Yella Beezy] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Mano Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh OG Parker [Chorus: Yella Beezy] 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 ni**a like I'm Makaveli, hey Get ready, get ready Run a couple plays up on my celly Ain't sh*t you can tell me 'Bout my motherfu*kin' fade and my fetti, hey Get deep in your belly Can't fu*k with you, b*tch, if you petty, you petty These rap ni**as jealous Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys [Verse 1: Yella Beezy] Damn right, wrong That's right, I'm on, hey You beef, you gone Your brains blown, hey Lil' b*tch 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 b*tch 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 [Chorus: Yella Beezy] 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 ni**a like I'm Makaveli, hey Get ready, get ready Run a couple plays up on my celly Ain't sh*t you can tell me 'Bout my motherfu*kin' fade and my fetti, hey Get deep in your belly Can't fu*k with you, b*tch, if you petty, you petty These rap ni**as jealous Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys [Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy] 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, ni**a, face on the ground (Give me that) Watch my bracelet (Bracelet) Necklace wet, her ni**a can't take it (Ugh) AP bracelet (Bracelet) Rockin' out the Rollie, we gon' change the faces Ooh, ni**a, we jeweled up Man, these b*tches gon' choose up (Choose up) Jimmy Choo'd up Double cup, b*tch, I'm screwed up (Screwed up) Make it look easy (Easy) Chill, lil' b*tch, might let you meet Beezy (Beezy) Ooh, take it a lil' easy (Easy) Tryna keep up, boy, that sh*t look cheesy [Chorus: Yella Beezy] 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 ni**a like I'm Makaveli, hey Get ready, get ready Run a couple plays up on my celly Ain't sh*t you can tell me 'Bout my motherfu*kin' fade and my fetti, hey Get deep in your belly Can't fu*k with you, b*tch, if you petty, you petty These rap ni**as jealous Rockin' out with my baguettey, baguetteys [Outro] Mano OG Parker