Fuck Rap - Babyface Ray, Peezy

I just chewed three percs they say that’s a blue

They say I just talk too much but I just speak the truth

My homies trappers they don’t rap so they be speaking through me

Her nigga like to play my music she be sneakin to me

Nigga still didn’t pay their tab you can keep the money

Niggas flashing petty stacks man that’s sneaker money

I got worried niggas plottin so the reaper coming

Seen shells everywhere like the easter bunny

Fame changed the game

Niggas tryin to proove a point instagram to blame

Niggas get a couple dollars and forget that they’re lame

Bitches get a couple followers and be switching their ways

Niggas shine a couple times and forget that it rains

I don’t really give a fuck courtesy of the drank

Hustle hard then deposit like I live in the bank

Neighbors smell the cali fragrance like I live in the bank

Yea fuck how you feel my bitch my mommas still struggling

Fuck how we was ain’t no love if you run with them

You can get another 100 if you come with ten

I saw you when you niggas trap but I ain’t comin in

They say you quit rap ray?

Yea I’m done with this

Cause I ain’t cool with all that front shit

I’m in my off white joggers but I’m runnin shit

That man disrespect my man ima fuck his bitch

Nigga disprect my brother ima pop his top

Twan just walked in new (emited) pressin 30 on the bag ten 10g's on the awp

Blues got 30 on his neck 50g's on his watch

Home alone paranoia 60gs on the spot

Got a line on the girl he not with me in the block

Get love in the hood we be feeding the block

I ain’t even see my kids all I’m seeing is quac

I ain’t even see my momma I’ve been gone for a month

Riding something low key with 24's in the trunk

Long sleeved escalade 6 hoes in the truck

Smoking woods out the pound roll up what you want

Countin blue 100's fell asleep drinking red

Niggas postin guns on gram they don’t believe in feds

You niggas ain’t goons better quit the playing

When I get bored ima put some cheese on your head

Coming home from milwauke stopped in the shot

Takin ten out the bag shoppin till I drop

No it ain’t the holiday but sparkles in the sky

Strippers know we buy 1's and let them bitches fly

Shot a move to the country paid your bitch to drive

Sitting round fresh as shit and we’re just getting high

Man that shit you call ballin he just getting by

Fuck your bitch and have her screaming like she finna die

Almost said fuck this rap shit

Cause I got sick and tired all this cap shit navy blue dickies on my trap shit

Up as hell still act like I ain’t got shit

How the fuck is he a shooter ain’t shot shit

Paid my dog to clean your whole house with that mop stick

Boy the shit you saving up that’s the shit I cop with

Boy you nigga’s ain’t even allowed where I shop at