Hallelujah Babyface Ray (Ft. GMO Stax)
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[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like, how I do it?
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Fuck niggas wanna do with me? I got my change, I rock designer (For real)
My young nigga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, bitch, look how we ridin' (Bitch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats, it look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
Fuck steppin', niggas stompin' on you (Fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like, "Fuck him 'cause he stunted on me" (Lame-ass nigga)
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee, they layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me, I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these niggas, they ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it, paper got her friend fuckin' (Yeah)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like, how I do it?
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Fuck niggas wanna do with me? I got my change, I rock designer (For real)
My young nigga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, bitch, look how we ridin' (Bitch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats, it look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
Fuck steppin', niggas stompin' on you (Fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like, "Fuck him 'cause he stunted on me" (Lame-ass nigga)
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee, they layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me, I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these niggas, they ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it, paper got her friend fuckin' (Yeah)
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