[Intro: Vodka]

Uh, uh, Can you feel it coming? What the babies gon' do?



[Verse 1: Vodka]

Can you feel it coming? Cuz I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins

The time is golden. They compare it to silence, O.G. shit

Get spoke of in private, and you can just be ridin'

And the next minute you drivin' and saving private Ryan

From his hard times survivin' and you gon'

If you don't learn scuba diving, the flow deep

Like on the beach wit the horizon

But they don't let you eat, they wired like Verizon

And it ain't surprising, they singin' like Ronald Isley

But they (?), I'm Fonzie, and these ain't the happy days

I'm raunchy and rowdy, prayin' for them better days; humbled

But karma ain't tryna hear that it was yesterday, when I fumbled

They stuttered and mumbled, I stood on my two

Adapted to the struggle, I waited my turn

Wrested wit the devil, graveyard shift

Hit the tombstone wit the shovel

Rule number 1: only God can judge you

No nigga above you, no bitch either, except for your mother

She the only one that believe in you, prolly only your grandmother

Who said it was easy? Prolly (?)

Ha, cuz it looked like it when I did it

Now what the babies gon' do?

You tell me what the babies gon' do



[Chorus: Vodka]

What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do?

What the babies gon' do? Uh

If you cry, what the babies gon do?

The babies gon' look and they gon' cry like you

And if they cry, what are you gonna do?

You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do?

You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do?

You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do?



[Verse 2: Quilly]

Got booked wit 3 Guns, judge hit me wit the roofr

You got 2 strikes, 1 more, we gon' roof ya

I'm Wayne Gretzky on thin ice, duckin' troopers

Scared to go to sleep, I'm afraid of Freddy Kruegar

Playas callin' me like I got the whole rooster

Drippin' all day, bitches thought I had a booster

Try to school the kids, the kids is the future

They dropped out of school, now they run around wit rulers

Belt buckle; Medusa, 17 in the ruger

(Pray Allah guide me in the path of prophet Musa)

A dime to my lawyer, 3 racks to my shooter

Before I go to war, I told my mom, I'ma move her

What your lady gon' do? Ride you wave till' your broke

Then get wavy on you

Shit was lookin' sunny, now it's shady on you

Back to 4 in the baby, what the babies gon' do?

What happened to your young boy? He's doin' life

What hapened to your old head? He's on the pipe

I'm doin' bad actin' like I'm doin' nice

Hit a lick, the shit was so sweet, we did it twice

What the babies gon? Huh? What the babies gon' do?

Aw! What the babies gon' do?



[Chorus: Vodka]

What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do?

What the babies gon' do? Uh

If you cry, what the babies gon do?

The babies gon' look and they gon' cry like you

And if they cry, what are you gonna do?

You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do?

You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do?

You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do?