Blimes and Gab - Baptism Lyrics

GAB:
We do this shit the Luther way,
sharp shoot and march through ya crew it has nothing to do with MLK,
burning sage lit the way through the disarray,
hit the stage blazed made em raise & come out to play

BLIMES:
Y'all been taking double Ls like you hang around a J
You're not down to blaze with two girlies from around the way
Can't leave rap alone we got hella ground to break
and most these bitches motives fishier than rainbow trout soufflé

GAB:
Clout is gay, asked Blimes, she said that's okay to say,
cause now a days you on watch like 40 in A Major Way.
People sending shots but it don't phase me, bitch I eat those,
I spit back flames that leave stains like Hot Cheetos.

BLIMES:
I'm the daughter of a Warrior Laila Al.
My city raised a G, never will you play my team.
I'm Draymond Green, Curry with the free throws.
Thai iced tea. Is you beefin bitch? I might be.

GAB:
You'd have to reach a mountain peak to get as high as me,
the way I C is like piano keys, you ain't playing next to G's,
you don't have the type of bags to handle all these groceries,
I have these niggas breaking backs for me on they bended knees

BLIMES:
To put it all out on the table like a centerpiece:
the shots you take play slow, I guess they're rendering.
We keep a thousand feet in front of you just like a centipede.
90s energy, like Keanu Reeves in denim jeans.

GAB:
Most cats don't know that we will rap,
circles round you Urkels that is no cap. I'm Kirk Cap.
My fleet strapped. You peeped that.
Take em back to earth give em a dirt nap.
Got yo mama dusting off her church hat

BLIMES:
I heard that.
I'm Raven I have vision. Its badminton.
Make the birdie fly. Your whole message is half written.
My gas tank has a match in it.
The bar hath risen. This ain't the intro, this a baptism.

Warrior.
My mama raised a Warrior.
My papa raised a Warrior.
My mama raised a Warrior.
Oooh My papa raised a Warrior.