Charades

[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
(Ayy, ayy, ayyy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
I keep it steppin' in Balenciagas
I can't trust these niggas, I ain't got no father
I slept with the roaches, ain't never had options
You turn to a lick when they see that you got it
You give 'em somethin', they act like they forgot it
[?] I act like I don't got it
How you gon' switch on me? Thought you was solid
Can't come to my house, 'cause these niggas be plottin'
My mama wrote bad checks for all the shit we ain't have yet
Used my friend's house for the address to CPS, man, they add stress
Run up numbers like a math test, wanted more 'cause we had less
Can't let 'em put me in a casket and have my mama in a black dress, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
We ain't with actin', nigga
Yeah, we 'bout that action, nigga
Remember them nights when we ain't have shit, nigga
We 'bout that action, nigga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Ay Ay SnaggLay]
I am not with the playing games
I don't work [?]
Yeah, me and money get along
Like a thottie out here with long braids
Every day, a nigga lit
Confetti on me like a parade
I know niggas 'bout to blow
I'm not talkin' 'bout a grenade
Ex-hoes wanna throw shade on a young nigga 'cause I made it
Got new whip, it's off the lot
All cash, no payments
Thank God for the blessings
All the nights I was stressing
OD'ed off depression
I was filled up with aggression
But why would I look for some beef?
If Taco Bell 'cross the street
When my mom lost her Section 8
She was really sleepin' in her Jeep
So a young nigga had to flock
Kick the door down, fuck a knock
Anything a nigga had to do
Tap in, I got plots, ayy
Tap in, I got plots
New hoes, got a pop
[?]

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
We ain't with actin', nigga
Yeah, we 'bout that action, nigga
Remember them nights when we ain't have shit, nigga
Pull up, skrrt, we 'bout that action, nigga, yeah, yeah