[Babyface Ray] I thought I told you niggas Put the food on the table, sat down, showed you niggas (Let´s eat)
I don´t know you niggas Apply heavy press now, been done squoze you niggas (Squeeze) My homie blow through chickens Why you think when we out, it´s a motion picture? Coupe clean, but the Rover tinted I´m ridin´ low ´cause your ho up in it I just hope she keep it quiet, you exposin´ bitches You spoke when I said don´t, you broke the code, my nigga On the block in RtAs, you don´t know the denim (You don´t know them?) We be grindin´ summer days, we couldn´t wait for winter (Fuck that shit) Niggas got they lil´ raps, I can´t wait to hear ´em ´Cause they got some clever ways to state how we livin´
Man, I got some better ways to change how we livin´ (For real) Until then, I´m touchin´ down, fuck tryna send ´em I went to Hush to stop the chatter, bought a diamond pendant (Stop the chatter) One call, get a hundred on consignment, nigga (Come on) No cap, I´m cool if I retired, nigga But I don´t see myself quittin´, ´cause I´m tired of niggas (Sick of you) Chest poked out like they doin´ somethin´ (What?) I need a million cash, I done blew a hundred (Fact) I ain´t quick to flash, ´cause I´m used to money My youngin quick to shoot, he got a stupid jumper (Eat that nigga) Call me Chuck E, I bust stupid moves
Runnin´ with the plug and I was still in school I´m on an all-green diet, I ain´t talkin´ food (Uh-uh) Too much codeine in me, I can´t talk or move Took some losses, fuck the pain, man, I feel numb (Numb) I know He heard me, I just prayed for a pill run (God) You fake niggas skip this song, this for the real ones You niggas love talkin´ down, but I´m still up (It don´t matter)
[Babyface Ray & Rio Da Yung OG] You niggas love playin´ roles, I can´t act for shit I just tell it how it is, I can´t rap for shit You fake niggas skip this song, this for the real ones (Wavy Gang, Boyz, all that shit, man, I´ma talk my shit real quick)
You niggas love talkin´ down, but I´m still up
[Rio Da Yung OG] I just talk my lil´ shit, I ain´t rappin´, bitch Bring me a roll of duct tape, I´m ´bout to wrap a brick I hit a ho the first date, ain´t seen her ass since I might just fuck that bitch again ´cause she ain´t ask for shit He thought he bought a thousand pills, I sold his ass six This nigga keep countin´ hards, he can´t add for shit My nigga Face just pulled up on me with some Actavis I hit a blunt of Pink Runtz, then my asthma kicked in
He pulled up in an i8, told him back it in You paid a bitch to let you fuck, what bag you in? This nigga Ray just took a picture with a half a chicken He upped that bitch on Instagram, I told him tag me in it I want a hundred for my drank, ain´t no deals or bargains My shooter head fucked up, he´ll kill his mama My bitch barely complain, I´m really the problem Walked in the crib and broke her phone ´cause I feel like arguin´ I´m at the White House He thought he hit a line of soft, I broke a Vic´ down I´m in Redford, sellin´ grams for four hundred on 5 Mile
My fiend didn´t have a car to get to me, made him walk nine miles