Ba Ba Black Sheep: AI Gangster Rap Remix

(Verse 1) Baa baa black sheep, rollin’ down the block, Gold chain swingin’ and a grill that shocks. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full— One for my dawg and he’s covered in wool. He don’t baa cheap, nah, he baa bold, Fluff so fresh, it’s certified gold. Wool to the floor in my custom kicks, He got grass stains but still pullin’ chicks. (Verse 2) Little Bo Peep tried to snitch my style, So I dropped a beat and made her sheep go wild. Mary had a lamb? Cute little tale — Mine run a syndicate and postin’ bail. We got alpacas servin’ herbal tea, Lamborghini wagons in the field, you see. This ain’t no farm — it’s a fleece cartel, And I’m the Don Baa-bino, ringin' that bell. (Chorus) Baa baa black sheep, whatchu say now? Runnin' this meadow like a wool kung pow. Wool so fly, make a cloud get jealous, Eatin' hay stacks with the realest fellas. Baa baa black sheep, baaaa to the bank, Flippin’ that yarn while you fillin' your tank. Sheep so clean, got alpines shook, We wrote the book — The Shepherd’s Crook. (Verse 3) E-I-E-I-Oh no he didn’t, Signed a deal with a goose and a chicken. Old MacDonald’s got nothin’ on me, I rent out pens like Air-B-N-B. Got wool in stocks and fleece in crypto, Nana knit a sweater? Nah — she did an IPO. We in the barn makin’ beats and cream, Turn a hayride into a limousine. (Verse 4) Nursery rhyme? I rewrite the script, Humpty Dumpty fell 'cause my beat just flipped. Twinkle Twinkle in the VIP, Little Star now wearin’ my merch tee. Sheep on the throne, I got tales to tell, Rockin’ more rings than the Liberty Bell. If you hear “baaa” — you know what’s next: A wool-drenched flex in a turtleneck vest. (Chorus) Baa baa black sheep, whatchu say now? Runnin' this meadow like a wool kung pow. Wool so fly, make a cloud get jealous, Eatin' hay stacks with the realest fellas. Baa baa black sheep, baaaa to the bank, Flippin’ that yarn while you fillin' your tank. Sheep so clean, got alpines shook, We wrote the book — The Shepherd’s Crook. (Bridge) Yo — it’s bedtime stories with a beat, Sippin’ warm milk on a velvet seat. Counting sheep? Nah, they counting cash, Baa Gang Nation got that barnyard splash. (Chorus) Baa baa black sheep, whatchu say now? Runnin' this meadow like a wool kung pow. Wool so fly, make a cloud get jealous, Eatin' hay stacks with the realest fellas. Baa baa black sheep, baaaa to the bank, Flippin’ that yarn while you fillin' your tank. Sheep so clean, got alpines shook, We wrote the book — The Shepherd’s Crook.