Tay B, G.T. and Babyface Ray - Half on the Food
Coach me, Joey yeahMy nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this
I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by the way) 2020 vision yeah (Yeah)
Joey
Yeah, they tryna get me (Why?)
Ace of Spade, me and Tay went from fifty
I'ma buy the whole flo'
Try to fill it up with bitches (Yeah)
First round I want a tray, give me her
I wanna hit her
Got a text last night, "I'm proud of you"
This Prada denim (Bitch)
Got it on me and it's in me
Money on me and it's in me (And it's)
I wanna fuck her, so I put the bitch in Fendi
(Yeah) nigga say he want a
Hе can meet me right by Denny (Right therе)
That's for baking soda Snoop
White bag inside the coupe (Bitch)
I need a truck for the kitties
I've been thinking Rover too
Niggas say a lot of
But we really know the truth
(Really know the truth)
I ain't worried 'bout shit
'cause I really know the truth
(Yeah, I really know the truth)
Ayy, dawg shit records, iced up records
Twenty on my neck, thirty on my left
Thank you for the blessings
(Look, look, look, look) codeine crazy
Fuck around and missed breakfast
Hundred in the 'Rari, fuck around
And missed the exit, Nigga
(Woo, woo)
Youngin and reckless
Thirty on the Presi, thirty on the necklace
Young nigga stressin'
Add some more pressure
We sell it straight, y'all recompress it
They just hit the D
Cash straight from Texas, Plug just blessing
(Yeah) lil' niggas need to stop it
You got lil' pockets
I got Louis V bags 'cause it
Can't fit in the pocket
Got my Louis V kicks
Cost me twelve hundred a pop
And I got blue hundreds on me
Cup purple like Crocker
Nigga the whole crew on
You just countin' Ray pockets (Nice)
Before I wrote a song
I learned how to straight drop it
(Skrrt, skrrt) ninety days in the spot
I know how to make profit (For real)
Bro don't call a nigga phone
Nigga if you ain't coppin'
Ayy, put a red dot on his nose
Is what I do to clowns too much dawg shit
So now I watch how I move around
Fucked every bad bitch in the city
I fuck hoochies now two years from now
They gon' be doing the shit I'm doing now
I got the trap looking like Tha Carter
Call me Lucci now
Your Birdman, that's my, call me Tunechi now
My bitch don't rap, but she bussdown
Called her Cuban Doll
I got the head, bitch, bye, call her Uber now
I got white, I got orange
I got blue and brown
Put a nigga on Fox like he Cleveland Brown
They ain't wanna see me up
They wanna see me down i'm rich forever
They dick suckin' when they see me now
And nigga where was you
When I ain't have shit to lose?
When I ain't have that much to wear
When I ain't have that many shoes
Don't give a fuck what niggas think 'cause
I don't have shit to prove
Me and Face ain't fucked up, but
We go half on the food, Nigga
Yeah, me and Face ain't fucked up but
We go half on the food, Nigga
Huh, yeah, me and G ain't fucked up
But we go half on the food, Yeah
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