Didn’t Panic Babyface Ray (Ft. Wanski)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Rich habits, rich dancing
Bitch badder, been planted
Police kicked my door and I didn't panic
Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her
Word through the grapevine, niggas just rappers
Man, this shit ain't new to me, boy, I been havin'

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Fake ass niggas, stay a long way from me
If I wanna go in traffic, take a whole day from me
Goddamn, God, you took my favorite boy from me
We done fucked up, been tryna make it home off the streets
I'ma fuckin' pay your bills, bitch, hold that for me
I done shot niggas off, they went and sold that for me
I had my back against the wall, I ain't fold, I'm a G
If you fold, that ain't cheese, niggas froze when it's beef
Niggas gettin' pussy then exposing the freak
Exposed to the real, she ain't answered in weeks
Touch down in your town with a bag full of sweets
I'm just lookin' for the fiends, now they lookin' for me
Call my nigga Emerald, he gon' cook it for me
Call my nigga, shh, he gon' cook it for free
Jump out of your hood with a bucket on me
Shit bustin' off the noodles, couldn't fit it in my jeans, nigga