Babyface Ray - Rip Jas lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Rip Jas lyrics]
I ain't got nothing to do (DODBH)
You know that ain't nothin' to me, nigga
(Ooh, DODBH)
You know that ain't nothin' to me (Nothin')
But it's probably somethin' to you
I just pull it out and count it
When I ain't got nothin' to do (I'm bored)
You know I flex in real life
I don't do no stuntin', fool (Nah)
You know you playing with real checks
When them bitches come in twos (Two)
New crackheads, trap star, that's my caption
Ayy, get the backend, I ain't rapping
Them your options (Huh?)
Bought a Perc' from Kiwi, then I popped it
(Popped it) look at my right pocket
All that green, man
I'ma leave it on your noggin
I really run the streets, nigga, stop it
(Stop it)
All you gotta do is ask your peeps
They be copping (Shopping)
All you gotta do is ask your bitch
She wanna fuck me
Your lil' stash, that's my walk-around money
Lil' dummy (Boy)
All my life I been around gangsters
Lil Sonny
Nigga, I be clockin' in from Monday to Monday
Used to have a song
I would make it there one day (One day)
I used to have a route
I'd be there and back in one day
Hey, what you know about trappin'?
(What you know?)
Heard you doing iPhones, you a fucking jit
(You a lame) ew, you being seen with her?
She a fucking nat (You a lame)
I just called, she come and eat me
She say I'm a snack (She for gang)
Me and you, we ain't equal
I could never lack (Lack)
I be places you ain't at
Go and tell 'em that (Go and tell 'em)
Left some money to the homie
He gon' mail 'em back (He gon' mail 'em)
Press it all, ooh, it's risky
I'ma trail 'em back (Ooh, I'm on 'em)
It got double seals on it
Still smell the pack
I got double C's on me, wear 'em once
They crashed (O oh)
In that wide-body Demon, I'll bust your ass
(I'll bust your) so much shit in the house
Watch who cut the grass
(Watch who cut the grass)
This life shit like a race
And I ain't coming last
(I ain't coming last)
I'm tired of fucking hoes off Perkys
Back to cumming fast
(Back to hittin' 'em quick)
Niggas was fuckin' up they check
And I was runnin' past (I was sprintin')
Now they see me with the ball
Niggas yellin' pass (What?)
Supreme down to my boxers, nigga, kiss my ass
(Nigga, kiss my ass)
You Jay Reeves motherfucker
What'd you tell the task?
(What'd you tell 'em?)
I'm LL, motherfucker, in the hood like God
You front a broke nigga somethin'
They gon' turn to Plies, what?
Run off on the plug (Run off)
Niggas finished, they'll run off with a gun
(Run off)
Still sippin', ooh, I know my kidneys done
(O oh) rIP jas, she was harder than you bums
(RIP cuz, nigga)
You know that ain't nothin' to me, nigga
(Ooh, DODBH)
You know that ain't nothin' to me (Nothin')
But it's probably somethin' to you
I just pull it out and count it
When I ain't got nothin' to do (I'm bored)
You know I flex in real life
I don't do no stuntin', fool (Nah)
You know you playing with real checks
When them bitches come in twos (Two)
New crackheads, trap star, that's my caption
Ayy, get the backend, I ain't rapping
Them your options (Huh?)
Bought a Perc' from Kiwi, then I popped it
(Popped it) look at my right pocket
All that green, man
I'ma leave it on your noggin
I really run the streets, nigga, stop it
(Stop it)
All you gotta do is ask your peeps
They be copping (Shopping)
All you gotta do is ask your bitch
She wanna fuck me
Your lil' stash, that's my walk-around money
Lil' dummy (Boy)
All my life I been around gangsters
Lil Sonny
Nigga, I be clockin' in from Monday to Monday
Used to have a song
I would make it there one day (One day)
I used to have a route
I'd be there and back in one day
Hey, what you know about trappin'?
(What you know?)
Heard you doing iPhones, you a fucking jit
(You a lame) ew, you being seen with her?
She a fucking nat (You a lame)
I just called, she come and eat me
She say I'm a snack (She for gang)
Me and you, we ain't equal
I could never lack (Lack)
I be places you ain't at
Go and tell 'em that (Go and tell 'em)
Left some money to the homie
He gon' mail 'em back (He gon' mail 'em)
Press it all, ooh, it's risky
I'ma trail 'em back (Ooh, I'm on 'em)
It got double seals on it
Still smell the pack
I got double C's on me, wear 'em once
They crashed (O oh)
In that wide-body Demon, I'll bust your ass
(I'll bust your) so much shit in the house
Watch who cut the grass
(Watch who cut the grass)
This life shit like a race
And I ain't coming last
(I ain't coming last)
I'm tired of fucking hoes off Perkys
Back to cumming fast
(Back to hittin' 'em quick)
Niggas was fuckin' up they check
And I was runnin' past (I was sprintin')
Now they see me with the ball
Niggas yellin' pass (What?)
Supreme down to my boxers, nigga, kiss my ass
(Nigga, kiss my ass)
You Jay Reeves motherfucker
What'd you tell the task?
(What'd you tell 'em?)
I'm LL, motherfucker, in the hood like God
You front a broke nigga somethin'
They gon' turn to Plies, what?
Run off on the plug (Run off)
Niggas finished, they'll run off with a gun
(Run off)
Still sippin', ooh, I know my kidneys done
(O oh) rIP jas, she was harder than you bums
(RIP cuz, nigga)