Fuck Rap

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(1800 for you, 1800 for you)
Yeah, hm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hm

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I just chewed three percs, they say, "That's a blue" (Shh)
They say I talk too much but I just speak the truth (Truth)
My homies trappers, they don't rap so they be speaking through me (Yeah)
Her nigga like to play my music, she be sneakin' to me (Come on)
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

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
Fame changed the game
Niggas tryin' to prove a point, Instagram to blame
Niggas get a couple dollars and forget that they lame
Bitches get a couple followers and be switching they ways
Niggas shine a couple times and forget that it rain
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 Bay

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, fuck how you feel, my bitch, my momma's still struggling Fuck how we was, ain't no love if you run with them
You can get another hundred, phew, if you come with ten
I saw you when you niggas trap but I ain't comin' in
They say you quit rap, Ray? Yeah, I'm done with this (Why?)
'Cause I ain't cool with all that front shit (Aight)
I'm in my off white joggers but I'm runnin', shit
That man disrespect my man, I'ma fuck his bitch (Come on)
Nigga disrespect my brother, I'ma pop his top
Twan just walked in new Yves Saint Laurent
Pressin' thirty on the bag ten 10g's on the opp
Blue got 30 on his neck, 50Gs on the watch
Home Alone paranoia, 60Gs in the spot
Got her lyin' on a girl, he not with me in the blocks
Get love in the hood, we be feeding the block
I ain't even see my kids, all I'm seeing is guac'

[Verse 4: Peezy]
I ain't even see my momma, I've been gone for a month
Riding something lowkey with twenty-fours in the trunk
Long sleeved Escalade, six hoes in the truck
Smoking 'Woods out the pound, roll up what you want
Countin' blue hundreds, 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, I'ma put some cheese on your head
Coming home from Milwaukee, stopped in the shot
Takin' ten out the bag, shoppin' 'til I drop
No, it ain't the holiday but sparkles in the sky
Strippers know we buy 1s and let them bitches fly
Shot a move to the country, paid your bitch to drive
Sitting around 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 done got sick and tired of all this cap shit
Navy blue Dickies, I don't know my trap shit (Workin')
Up as hell, still act like I ain't got shit (Y'hear me?)
How the fuck is he a shooter? He ain't shot shit
Paid my dog to clean your whole house up with that mop stick
Boy, the shit you saving up, that's the shit I cop with
Boy, you niggas ain't even allowed where I shop at (Broke ass niggas)