Pop Warner Cash Kidd (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(Coach me, Joey)
Yeah (Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on, man)
(Okay, KMoney)
Fuck you mean? (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Mix the X pill with the drank, fuckin' bitches, gettin' paid
Street nigga center stage, made her sign an NDA
Rap hustlin' motherfucker, hundred thousand in a day
I pull up, six in the mornin' and it's dinner made
Gucci'd down, it's to the socks, my advice is keep a Glock
Boy, you was a good kid, how the fuck you did me now?
I got M's, turnin' down more M's, I didn't even lie
I might make the fed list if I bring my people out
Foreign pushin' back to back, we should go ten for ten
I'm tired of goin' rack for rack, you havin', wherе you got it at?
One night she say she likе my vibe, now this rat attached
I just bought some shit off Amazon, made it disappear
Pimpin' like I'm Bishop Don Juan, face like primetime
Groupie-ass niggas sideline, where your pom-pom?
You fuck my bitch, then I'ma fuck your bitch, them the guidelines
50 Cent on a nigga top, hit him nine times
I don't even shop no more, stylist bring it to my door
I don't wanna talk no more, niggas call whoever G.O.A.T.s
Real P, slay a nigga BM, he'll never know
The type of starter go up seven zip and tell 'em check the score