Fox BD – Baffled (Lyrics & Video)

Baffled – Fox BD Lyrics

Uh, uh, BD (Run it back, Prado)

Uh, uh-uh-uh

Just one more time

Gators on my feet, you can tell that I broke on somethin' (Shit in me)

He got his pistol up in his holster, you can tell he ain't on nothin' (Pull it out)

Can't count on my hand on how many hoes I slutted out, it's a bunch (Can't count)

She goin' viral on social media, but in person, she my munch (Shh)

I don't keep up with my bills, on automatic first and third of the month (Shit goin')

Every day I wake up, come with my A-game, never been in a slump (The fuck?)

I'm gettin' fed up, I'm tired of purple shit sittin' in my lungs (Fed up)

If my lil cousin don't change his way, he headin' to the joint (Sorry)

She gave me a STD, I fell in love with her more (Oops)

I told my mama about her, shе judged me, broke it down to mе, I was slow (Damn)

You see this five thousand dollar carpet, take your shoes off at the door (It's a mink)

I don't need no nigga to handle business for me, I can call Blo (Wassup, blood?)

He was doin' too much talkin', they went to the library, put up his paperwork (He bluffin')

They pulled up on him, asked him, "What this 'bout?", his chest started hurtin' (Damn)

They kicked his ass out of population, he can't do no more burpees (Can't work out)

This dick can't go in your mouth no more, you on punishment, no more slurpees (Don't move)

A fun fact 'bout Cavin Te'quan Paige, my second home pawn shops (Frrt)

It's three things I invested in: clothes, drugs, and bump stocks (Bow!)

Next time when Big Mir sell a pill to a opp, I'ma tell 'em make his heart stop (I'm stampin' it)

All that pretendin', tryna get attention from the referee, homie, we don't flop (The fuck?)

Only thing we trust is Glocks (Huh), I ain't gon' lie, that bitch totin' a mop (Damn)

She pulled up on me, mismatched socks, Lil Cam in jail with a cigarette box (Uh)

Soon as I reach another level with this rap shit, I'm aimin' at Kehlani (Come here, hoe)

They ain't never seen a young nigga comin' like this, got more hoes than Bad Bunny (Yeah)

Gators on my feet, you can tell that I broke on somethin' (Shit in me)

He got his pistol up in his holster, you can tell he ain't on nothin' (Pull it out)

Can't count on my hand on how many hoes I slutted out, it's a bunch (Can't count)

She goin' viral on social media, but in person, she my munch (Shh)

I don't keep up with my bills, on automatic first and third of the month (Shit goin')

Every day I wake up, come with my A-game, never been in a slump (The fuck?)

I'm gettin' fed up, I'm tired of purple shit sittin' in my lungs (Fed up)

If my lil cousin don't change his way, he headin' to the joint (Sorry)