[Intro: Babyface Ray]

(Lil Ron on the Track)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]

Give me a minute, bro, I'm comin' to the city

Yeah, I ain't even fuck your bitch 'cause a nigga picky

Ayy, between me and you, all these niggas dilly

Really, I'm just bouncin' back from fuckin' up some chicken

Blue 30, huh, this a new 30

How the fuck you stay clean, but your juice dirty?

That nigga Soda bust a 'Dweller, that's like two birdies

I ain't even gon' talk, let the coupe hurt 'em

At the rooftop, takin' '42 shots

Louis bandana like I'm Tupac

If you see me with a snake, then it's Guwop

Caught a nigga lackin', told bro, "Hand me the oohwop"

Come down your block sideways, wake the hood up

Feds on a nigga path, threw the plug up

Cut a bitch off before I put the drugs up

I been ballin' for a minute, ain't get subbed once

Coast-to-coast, I hope you know your bitch, she do the most

She be blowin' up my phone when a nigga gone

And I don't even answer, I just spin her

Told her pull up to the booth the only way that I'ma hit her

What the fiends pay made a nigga reconsider

Forever trappin', mama told me never be a quitter

I just pulled a free eight racks out the blender

And that was homebase, I ain't even have to send 'em

I just hit Revive, drink Ace with my niggas

Gucci for my kids, give Perkies to the bitches

He ask me what I do, I say I play for the Pistons

Shootin' long jumpers, bitch, I never miss it

I had good parents, but a nigga never listened

If you give that pussy up to me, we can kick it

If you give that pussy up on me, I ain't trippin'

Bitch, it's the game, how I know? 'Cause I'm in it

Bitch, it's the gang, Wavy Gang, them my niggas

Hit the club, rainin' like Flag, can't forget you

Still run in Somerset, cashin' out, huh

'Fore you ask the price on it, nigga, try it out

I got your bitch with me and she hidin' out

Huh, ask yourself is a ho somethin' to die about?

Niggas really finished, let me find out, huh

Hope you have them racks on you when you sign out

You know the feeling when you runnin' out of rubber bands?

All that dick sucking, you can't hit the blunt again

You wanna make some money? Grab these beans and tuck 'em in

Three dollar beans, popped her cherry, should've brung a friend

Big bag, lil' boy, niggas big mad

How you gettin' off on me with shit I been had?

[Verse 2: DaeMoney]

This an AP, yeah, I know these niggas hate me

Makin' moves with a bad bitch like I'm JAY-Z

If a nigga gotta shoot the pill, what's a chasie?

I'll really do a bitch wrong, I ain't Tay B

Young Tommy Hearns, I be punchin' shit

Lil' sis said UPS just brought a bunch of shit

They know my niggas really bloodhounds for that tuckin' shit

In high school, I was John Tuck, a nigga took your bitch

Watch cost a Scat Pack, but it's plain, though

I got all these chains on me like I'm Django

Baby girl, this a Masi' truck, no Durango

Talked to my brother in his casket, shit was painful

Yo pickin' up pages in the morning like a carpool

New Givenchy out of Saks when I get out of school

Remember me from back in the day? Boy, I been a fool

Sittin' on snow to play with money in the living room

Nigga, fuck Somerset, I'm finna order that

I turned your baby out, come and get your daughter back

Pull up to the pharm' and my racks like, "Where my money at?"

My P was just tapped in, I got a quarter back

Hit a nigga with a chopstick like I'm Jet Li

Ice on, all white buffies on the jet-ski

Takin' out the trash, 'bows wrapped in a Hefty

I don't even wanna fuck your bitch, boy, she pesky