[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Adlib
Ayy
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Weigh it up, break it down
Fuck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin you round
I been gettin' dressed every day, I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (Bitch)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets, like a geek, we want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' niggas hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them bitches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no Blood, I'm fuckin' with 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the 6 to be exact, but on the west, they show me love though
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Baow, gang, we gone shoot somethin' (Bitch)
Yeah, bought a thousand oranges, get my oop on (Get my oop on)
Nigga, open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' niggas cut and they keep comin' back (Niggas goofy)
The type of nigga, if he up, I probably run his strap (He a pussy)
Rose Presi' and this cuban, that's a hundred racks (This bitch dancing)
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back (Baow, baow, baow)
(Iced Up Records)
Bitch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist (He got a petty wrist)
I gotta step on it again, that's how that fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hundred, bitch, I'm heavy with it (What?)
Get a bag and bust it down, it's time to feed the streets (On God)
Nigga, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (Yeah)
Rose Yacht-Master 42, bitch, like I'm CMG
Adlib
Ayy
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Weigh it up, break it down
Fuck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin you round
I been gettin' dressed every day, I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (Bitch)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets, like a geek, we want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' niggas hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them bitches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no Blood, I'm fuckin' with 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the 6 to be exact, but on the west, they show me love though
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Baow, gang, we gone shoot somethin' (Bitch)
Yeah, bought a thousand oranges, get my oop on (Get my oop on)
Nigga, open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' niggas cut and they keep comin' back (Niggas goofy)
The type of nigga, if he up, I probably run his strap (He a pussy)
Rose Presi' and this cuban, that's a hundred racks (This bitch dancing)
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back (Baow, baow, baow)
(Iced Up Records)
Bitch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist (He got a petty wrist)
I gotta step on it again, that's how that fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hundred, bitch, I'm heavy with it (What?)
Get a bag and bust it down, it's time to feed the streets (On God)
Nigga, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (Yeah)
Rose Yacht-Master 42, bitch, like I'm CMG
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