[Babyface Ray]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, look at who they call gang (Who?), niggas goofy than a bitch though
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now
Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Why?) change the country for the hip-hop
Nigga walkin' in with gang, shut the bitch down like Rayford did, don't play with his
He was raised like Bebe kids
Key in a whip like Day-Day, bitch
Fuck your Lamb', I'm in SRT8, bitch
Fuck your ho, wouldn't date that bitch
Walk in, steal the show, know you hate that shit
I'ma grab ten K 'fore they play my shit
Beast to the east
Rappin', I'm deep in the streets
All you niggas keepin' the peace
All you niggas eatin' the freaks
Know I got a girl, ain't no sleepin' with me
This shit like, got eight G's on me, Hutch is freezin' the piece
Tell me freeze, please, we gone, we out
I hope niggas holdin' it down
That's why we ain't fuck with no clown
Too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown
That lil' boy shit out of style
She calling me foul, but how? She keepin' the child
I just jumped deep in the crowd
Turnt up with them, touch my piece, you will die
Givin' all praise to Allah
Iced up, baby, Wocky in my ba-ba
Covert thugging
Sticks when we in here clubbing
Rich nigga shit, don't touch it
This shit busting
Ice my teeth, my buffies
Paid amounts for it in Kentucky
Good guy, Chucky
Nigga wanna play, then we thumping
Spot on fire, it's jumping
Say she love me
Really just tryna get lucky
'Cause she know a nigga get money
Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang), niggas goofy than a bitch though
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? (Must be fuckin' your bitch)
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)
Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Fuck 'em) change the country for the hip-hop (Change the country for the hip-hop)
[Digga D]
Old niggas with no figures, I don't care 'bout who you used to be (No)
Quarter milly in GBP, that's three-forty in USD
That's ten mill' on this USB, turn coke stone like USG
And usually, they ain't usin' me (No), but I let it slide, they ain't usin' teeth
Lambchop with a shank tucked, this ain't cheap meat that you're eatin', bitch (No)
Private jet, I'm leavin' quick, hit StillBrickin, I need a brick
Got choppers out when they stop us now, these pussy pigs won't leave the kid
They found a stick in my nigga's whip with a silencer and a full clip
How you turn an AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?)
I got one, but don't use it 'cause it's too big when I ride out
It's an old one and it's wooden (It's wooden)
You ho, you said that you wouldn't (You said you wouldn't)
Do all of this hatin' shit and come tell my girl is a woman (Bitch)
Now I'm on the phone to my stylist, like, "Hi, Liv, I need another bag" (Wagwan?)
She proper mad like, "Damn bro, you got caught again with another slag"
I gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Fuckin' hell, man)
I got a Scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip
[Babyface Ray]
Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang), niggas goofy than a bitch though
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? (Must be fuckin' your bitch)
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)
Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Fuck 'em) change the country for the hip-hop (Change the country for the hip-hop)
Hip-hop
Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop
Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop
Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop
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