Babyface Ray - 36oz lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - 36oz lyrics]
I'ma let my nuts hang, take fair chances
Federal reserve stackin' up, rubber banded
Run through the low
got the fuckin' plug dancin'
Put on Baby's song
Got the whole club dancin'
Real nigga can't fake it, they can't take it
My bitch extravagant, she ain't basic
I done got used to it, they stay hatin'
Need that money right now, I ain't waitin'
A nigga used to rap and just make up shit
Now I wake up lit, get yo cake up bitch
She don't look like shit without
Her make up did
Broke boy don't treat you right
You should break up then
Get a pint, crack a seal
Drop an eight right in at the sun
Quotin' prices for the crosses I send
Niggas mad at me 'cuz all
The bosses my friend
Time to back that shit up for
All the talkin' I did
If I ain't chasin' me a check I'm
At the loft with my kids
I just bought a six pack of
Dom P for my fridge
Write a book about my life with
All the shit that I did
Scroll through the 'gram
Double tappin' all the bitches I hit
I should open up a Church's
All the chicken I get
In the kitchen I'm abusive
All the whippin' I did
You ain't see me then I'm on
A field trip like a kid
This shit real I can get a
Nigga killed for a bid
A whole slab on the table
You ain't seen it befo'
Plenty times cuz my homeboy coppin' them fo's
A hundred bows in the basement
Get 'em in like a girl
And we impressin', smokin' salmon
For the niggas who roll
All my niggas is gangsters
Told 'em stick and parole
Lord forbid that we ever get
Flick 'cuz we gone boy mad 'bout his bitch
I'm the nigga she chose
I'ma fuckin' get the head
Then I'm sendin' her home
I was taught at a young age
Stick to the code get it double up
Buy gucci shit with the pros
Word is if you get money it shows
Promoter mad 'cuz I be
Traffickin' at the shows
What you want I can get it, nigga I got it
You ain't got enough for it
Then I'ma spot it
Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you
All I gotta do is say yep and he gon' pop you
Even back when I was fucked up I was plottin'
Be out in Cali pickin'
Strands like it's cotton
Niggas sick 'cuz I'm gettin' 50 for a roxy
Let the roof back so you see
It good while she top me
Niggas throwin' salt in the game
They tryna' stop me sell a tenth of boy five
Hundred if they lock me
Plugged on the craft, RIP
Knew that dwelling 42, MM call it moxy
Young iggy nigga drive the
Foreign like a hotty
If she got a pretty face then I
Should buy that bitch a body
Her friend came first so I
Left her in the lobby
Five exes tell her meet up at Follies
Stand up in the billy while
In traffic I'm at Collins
I can't really vouch for these niggas
They ain't solid been in it for a minute
So a nigga gained polish
Niggas snakes they trade on their
Man for a dollar
Federal reserve stackin' up, rubber banded
Run through the low
got the fuckin' plug dancin'
Put on Baby's song
Got the whole club dancin'
Real nigga can't fake it, they can't take it
My bitch extravagant, she ain't basic
I done got used to it, they stay hatin'
Need that money right now, I ain't waitin'
A nigga used to rap and just make up shit
Now I wake up lit, get yo cake up bitch
She don't look like shit without
Her make up did
Broke boy don't treat you right
You should break up then
Get a pint, crack a seal
Drop an eight right in at the sun
Quotin' prices for the crosses I send
Niggas mad at me 'cuz all
The bosses my friend
Time to back that shit up for
All the talkin' I did
If I ain't chasin' me a check I'm
At the loft with my kids
I just bought a six pack of
Dom P for my fridge
Write a book about my life with
All the shit that I did
Scroll through the 'gram
Double tappin' all the bitches I hit
I should open up a Church's
All the chicken I get
In the kitchen I'm abusive
All the whippin' I did
You ain't see me then I'm on
A field trip like a kid
This shit real I can get a
Nigga killed for a bid
A whole slab on the table
You ain't seen it befo'
Plenty times cuz my homeboy coppin' them fo's
A hundred bows in the basement
Get 'em in like a girl
And we impressin', smokin' salmon
For the niggas who roll
All my niggas is gangsters
Told 'em stick and parole
Lord forbid that we ever get
Flick 'cuz we gone boy mad 'bout his bitch
I'm the nigga she chose
I'ma fuckin' get the head
Then I'm sendin' her home
I was taught at a young age
Stick to the code get it double up
Buy gucci shit with the pros
Word is if you get money it shows
Promoter mad 'cuz I be
Traffickin' at the shows
What you want I can get it, nigga I got it
You ain't got enough for it
Then I'ma spot it
Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you
All I gotta do is say yep and he gon' pop you
Even back when I was fucked up I was plottin'
Be out in Cali pickin'
Strands like it's cotton
Niggas sick 'cuz I'm gettin' 50 for a roxy
Let the roof back so you see
It good while she top me
Niggas throwin' salt in the game
They tryna' stop me sell a tenth of boy five
Hundred if they lock me
Plugged on the craft, RIP
Knew that dwelling 42, MM call it moxy
Young iggy nigga drive the
Foreign like a hotty
If she got a pretty face then I
Should buy that bitch a body
Her friend came first so I
Left her in the lobby
Five exes tell her meet up at Follies
Stand up in the billy while
In traffic I'm at Collins
I can't really vouch for these niggas
They ain't solid been in it for a minute
So a nigga gained polish
Niggas snakes they trade on their
Man for a dollar