Babyface Ray - Understand lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Understand lyrics]
Ddot, you cold as a motherf**ker, on God
Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up
And I ain't really understand 'til I got my bands up, yah
But I ain't really think about it 'til I f**ked my bread up (Yeah)
I promise they won't care about you 'less it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my nigga, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, f**k these niggas 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real niggas like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with fifty G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me
All this f**kin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a nigga heart turned to two degrees (Cold)
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V (Mm)
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things (Bougie things)
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean (Lean, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my little cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers (Gang)
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin' (Woo)
I'm havin' shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble (Tired)
And everybody good, you not f**kin' with my youngins (F**kin' with my)
And I ain't really understand 'til I got my bands up, yah
But I ain't really think about it 'til I f**ked my bread up (Yeah)
I promise they won't care about you 'less it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up
Ddot, you cold as a motherf**ker, on god
Live from the
Live from the motherf**kin'
Yeah
Face
Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up
And I ain't really understand 'til I got my bands up, yah
But I ain't really think about it 'til I f**ked my bread up (Yeah)
I promise they won't care about you 'less it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my nigga, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, f**k these niggas 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real niggas like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with fifty G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me
All this f**kin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a nigga heart turned to two degrees (Cold)
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V (Mm)
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things (Bougie things)
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean (Lean, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my little cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers (Gang)
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin' (Woo)
I'm havin' shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble (Tired)
And everybody good, you not f**kin' with my youngins (F**kin' with my)
And I ain't really understand 'til I got my bands up, yah
But I ain't really think about it 'til I f**ked my bread up (Yeah)
I promise they won't care about you 'less it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up
Ddot, you cold as a motherf**ker, on god
Live from the
Live from the motherf**kin'
Yeah
Face