Babyface Ray, Nice, Team Eastside Lil P - No Limit Soldiers lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Nice, Team Eastside Lil P - No Limit Soldiers lyrics]
Yeah ayy
My auntie gettin' evicted
I can help you with your kitchen
Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it
do the dishes
Yeah, I'm sippin', never slippin'
Fuck up chicken, peter Griffin
In Perrysburg, do the limit
They be trippin', got convicted
Man, I'm grateful when it's
Bad, could be worse, it get wicked
Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic
It's expensive
They gossipin', got my name in they mouth
Why is this? Since they took my nigga Soda
I ain't trustin' shit
I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this
I still can pull it out the mud
You know how I get
You know how I do, what you tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor
Give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah
I got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane
You can park by Bennys
Nigga, you can't ride this wave
'cause it's diamonds in it
I'ma pay you full in cash
Once you find them niggas
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
Go fuck that other nigga
VVs drippin' on my neck
What I bought from dealin'
Four-sixty in my pop
That's the cost of livin'
I can't hang with the opps
That's an awkward feeling
I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream
Used to want to be a hoop star
Now I'm sellin' beans
Used to be the best point guard
Now I'm pointin' beams
Face say he got a four of Wock'
Spill it in a cream
Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential
Her ass fat, her hair long
My bitch is beneficial
A fork and some Karo the main two utensils
Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles boy
Thumb through a dub in five minutes
They can't wait to say you finished
Broke a record servin' fiends
They should put me up in Guinness
They want opioids, I'm sippin' Tech
It ain't no difference somebody call Noisey
Document the way we livin'
Them lil' hoes you chasin'
We don't pay 'em no attention
We run through whole crews, by myself
I hit a nickel sip the drank raw
We sippin' Wocky out the nipple
Can't say you run your hood
You gotta show me some credentials
"Where your paperwork?" The shit I
Ask before a verse
We can have the same work long
As I get it first
Got the pistol in her purse
Serve them niggas down the street
You see any funny shit
You better pass that bitch to me
If you ain't got no heart
Then you won't last up in these streets
I go where I wanna go 'cause
I done handled all my beef
I'm still stuck on trap shit
These boys been scammin' for some weeks
Jump in and out this rap shit
Spendin' blow money on beats, nigga
My auntie gettin' evicted
I can help you with your kitchen
Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it
do the dishes
Yeah, I'm sippin', never slippin'
Fuck up chicken, peter Griffin
In Perrysburg, do the limit
They be trippin', got convicted
Man, I'm grateful when it's
Bad, could be worse, it get wicked
Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic
It's expensive
They gossipin', got my name in they mouth
Why is this? Since they took my nigga Soda
I ain't trustin' shit
I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this
I still can pull it out the mud
You know how I get
You know how I do, what you tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor
Give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah
I got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane
You can park by Bennys
Nigga, you can't ride this wave
'cause it's diamonds in it
I'ma pay you full in cash
Once you find them niggas
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
Go fuck that other nigga
VVs drippin' on my neck
What I bought from dealin'
Four-sixty in my pop
That's the cost of livin'
I can't hang with the opps
That's an awkward feeling
I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream
Used to want to be a hoop star
Now I'm sellin' beans
Used to be the best point guard
Now I'm pointin' beams
Face say he got a four of Wock'
Spill it in a cream
Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential
Her ass fat, her hair long
My bitch is beneficial
A fork and some Karo the main two utensils
Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles boy
Thumb through a dub in five minutes
They can't wait to say you finished
Broke a record servin' fiends
They should put me up in Guinness
They want opioids, I'm sippin' Tech
It ain't no difference somebody call Noisey
Document the way we livin'
Them lil' hoes you chasin'
We don't pay 'em no attention
We run through whole crews, by myself
I hit a nickel sip the drank raw
We sippin' Wocky out the nipple
Can't say you run your hood
You gotta show me some credentials
"Where your paperwork?" The shit I
Ask before a verse
We can have the same work long
As I get it first
Got the pistol in her purse
Serve them niggas down the street
You see any funny shit
You better pass that bitch to me
If you ain't got no heart
Then you won't last up in these streets
I go where I wanna go 'cause
I done handled all my beef
I'm still stuck on trap shit
These boys been scammin' for some weeks
Jump in and out this rap shit
Spendin' blow money on beats, nigga