Touchdown Babyface Ray (Ft. Murda Beatz & Peezy)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch
Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit
Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, bitch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'?
Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach
Key to this shit gettin' money, stayin' humble
Ten bitches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble
Ayy, ten niggas with me and they all about some paper, nigga
Better be cautious in the water, alligator city
I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, nigga
All towards the paper, these days, conversations different
Ayy, Murda on the beat
Baby Draco on the seat, man, it's murder in the street
Need a sports agent, thirty-thirty on the sleeve
Dick-suck niggas tryna join a nigga team
Where was you?
I was in the gym all night tryna get this shit together like I hoop
Livin' proof
I was workin' overtime
These niggas playin', I was tryna feed the crew, nigga