Idols Babyface Ray

[Intro]
Yeah
Nigga got a few cups floatin' through this motherfucker, man
Nigga got the syrup with the champagne flow, you hear me?

[Chorus]
For real, my niggas step in designer
(Steppin', swervin', servin', you know what I'm sayin'? Same old shit, stayin' lit)
From the dirt, rock diamonds
(Niggas be like this, we iced up now)
Eatin' good, still grindin'
(Still grindin', nigga, feel me?)
The street niggas was idols

[Verse 1]
Street niggas and dealers, they my niggas, can't help how we raised
Fuck playin', we go and get it (Mmm-mmm)
I done seen a lot, got scars from bein' a witness (Mhm)
Touch down, shop, fuck mail, we take it with us (I'm gone)
Hopped out Glock, Rodeo, they takin' pictures (Who?)
Wock' my pop, left hand, it look like glitter (Yeah)
Soakin' game from the ones, probably wouldn't be this
You ain't got tunnel vision, probably never be shit (Never be shit)
Gotta lock in, focus, when you up, hoes notice
Keep it in, if you don't, same bitch turn bogus (Fuck her)
Foreign whip up to date, drive the bitch like it's stolen
Fresh as hell, thinkin' pape' with a thick bitch rollin' (Fresh as hell)
Ten milli', one up top, yeah, that big bitch on me (Yeah)
Young nigga screamin' opps, fuck that, get money (Fuck that shit)
I been heavy on the trust, give a fuck if you love me
Don't complain in the rain, 'cause when shit get sunny, nigga (Tryna tell you, look)