76ers

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, hm
Yeah, pull up
MOB (Okay, Treeze)
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray, Peezy & G.T.]
Trust nobody, pull up wide body, money and respect, I'll die 'bout it
Took losses, nigga, I done spilled lean, I ain't cry about it, know I'm hard body
'Member back when it was 2017, 7:45 in front of Hardbody's
Stop a nigga bank, shootin' .456, ain't gotta go home, you know I got it
Can't stop at no red lights 'cause I'm ridin' 'round in big wide body
You can act like it ain't nothin', nigga, but about this paper, niggas die 'bout it
She a freak, but she act shy 'bout it, nigga, 10-East got the line crawlin'
Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that
Yeah, yeah, I might go condo in London, switch up my style, switch up the vibe
My nigga Nick Cannon, he come get wild and me out, I make a bitch throw in the towel
My nigga just called me, he want a P and a half, it ain't gon' take me an hour
I told him it's good, I'm finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower
Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white, this here ain't no flaw
And this shit light, my man's want fifty pounds of 'za and two in the South

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, you ever went to the South, I'm burnin' it down like NBA gym on fire
The price of the brick goin' up, when it be a drought, I learned all this shit from The Wire
I took a few L's, I'm learnin' my lesson, these watches my only investment
Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers, let the vibes in, rope off the section, nigga

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Walk up in Louis, told 'em to give me the Jersey, I ball like a freshman, nigga
Really havin' pull, feelin' just like Jay Prince when I'm out in Texas, nigga
Might buy a Bentley and paint that bitch army fatigued just 'cause I'm a veteran, nigga
Two of my cars are half a million, can't stop trappin', in love with the feelin'
Walk in the club, it ain't no sections in here, say, "Fuck it," we buyin' the building
I'm pullin' right up, as long as I'm paid, the spot can be dead, I'ma make me a killin'

[Verse 4: G.T.]
Soon as we walk in, hand us ones, the money gon' go straight up to the ceilin'
Streets get cold, nigga, ain't no love, fuck all that playin', get straight to the business
My goal was only ten thousand, the car that sit on twenty-six inches
And now I hop out a G5, big-ass Benz with angels in it
I just made me another ticket, no cap, nigga, how you livin'?
I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist and they think I'm weight dealin'

[Verse 5: Babyface Ray]
I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin'?
I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack, I come from 'em trenches
Stylin' on niggas and slayin' they bitches, I peep how they look, I'm feelin' the tension
We up with trappers, really with gymnasts, I go a pack, they tell me to flip it
You cryin', complainin', you broke, better fix it, we put it on our man's whenever you whip it
Boy, this shit serious, wrote that in the kitchen, me, G.T., and Peezy, the 76ers

(You recordin', Smerf?)