Lil Haiti Baby

Artist: Future Album: EVOL Category: Hip Hop
Yeah, yeah
It's that EVOL, ah
You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her
You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get 'em
Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em
I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em

Hey, 30,000 on a watch, I swear thank God I'm balling
Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em
Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemars
Hottest nigga in the streets, 3,000 grams a show
Boston George, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow
Oh, you want my life, that's life for me, that's all I know
Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before
This for Khaled, this for niggas riding on eights and vogues
This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging Bs
This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it
I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop 'em
Ay, she say my name but she won't ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shorty it ain't nothing to get her
You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothing to get her
You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothing to get her
You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothing to get 'em

We throwed away that money, 'cause that mula swoll'
I got 30 grams of boy, I'm serving in the cold
Got 58 grams of boy, we serving pita
They say they got Magnolia shorty banging needles
They trapped out Angola, they was out the NOLA
To fuck around in that NOLA, got to be a cobra
They cooped up with that yola, now that cook Coke Cola
I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder
My water whipping issues now we packing pistols
They're packing gats and lots these niggas sending missiles
They say they hate the kid, the kid was getting mula
You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike
Oh he popping wheelies, a little Haiti baby
Oh they say that nigga he just a little Haiti baby
Oh they say that boy he just a little Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head exploding
Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smoking
Money coming in, we ain't gon' never spend it
10,000 bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen
I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo
I just wanna go back to the Bentley store
I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store
I just wanna buy another Rover though
I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow
I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow
All this money coming in, can't never spend it
I swear, all this money coming in, we're still winning
Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade
Pull up in that 'rarri, we don't know facade
Pull up with that yappa, it wasn't no facade
Letting off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade

Bodies came around, he shot 'em on a bike
Oh he popping wheelies, he a little Haiti baby
Oh they say that nigga, he a little Haiti baby
Oh they say that boy, he a little Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that's that little Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping back these pills, I feel my head exploding
Jumping out these whips, we ain't on no facade
Pull up in that 'rarri, ain't no no facade
Pull up in that 'rarri, ain't no no facade
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL
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