Tripstar, Babyface Ray - Opium lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tripstar, Babyface Ray - Opium lyrics]
Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah (Face, what up?)
I told her fuck me in the
Benz since you got it (yeah)
My boy got the best lamb chop since Erotic
(yeah) camo "Fuck" hat, fuck niggas, yeah
I'm 'bout it (Fuck these niggas)
I told 'em I can't post in
The hood because I'm poppin'
Pistol totin', lean drinkin' heathen, nigga
I ain't stoppin' (Uh, uh)
Hood bitch, white crackheads, Gucci stockings
(Bitch)
Come here, bitch, spit in her mouth, yeah
I'm toxic (Ugh, ugh)
All in the mall, no security, fuck (Fuck it)
I heard he brung it all out, boy
That ain't enough (That ain't enough)
You know I can't be servin' where it's at
I'm in a rush (Come on)
Niggas' hoes chillin' where I
Trap because it's plush (I know)
Count up 50K in all twenties, made her blush
Huh, nigga, hush
You fucked her, but I fucked her first
Niggas dumb (You late)
Yeah, Caesar Palace, did some shoppin'
(I did some shoppin', nigga)
Yeah, I sold a at Prime + Proper
(I sold a block out there)
Yeah, hood nigga, but I promise I'm a doctor
(I promise)
Nigga, what you need? You know I got you
Woah, trappin' out my
Nigga mansion, trippin', i wasn't thinkin'
(Woah)
Drunk a pint with Face, back to the trap
We pledge allegiance (Woah)
70K for one brick
What he sellin'? You better not tell 'em
I be fuckin' with dog, I feel like Vick
Come get a falcon (Woah)
Nigga, that's a bird, I feel like Larry
I retired (yeah)
Motherfuck you and you
Put Forgis on my tires
I'm a slave in the trap, my chain on
My whip outside (yeah)
Change my situation
Now I get paid to come outside (Woah)
Fuck that Call of Duty music
Keep the trap alive (Woah)
Free that nigga Peezy, Runtz got me wheezin'
I'm in Four Seasons, keep me if you need me
(yeah)
After I up that fire, keep that shit alive
Drunk a ten to the face
It feel like I can fly (yeah)
Memphis to the D, real niggas back in style
(Woah) pickin' up backends
I just watch the money pile (yeah)
And my new connect the only
Number that I dile (Woah)
I told her fuck me in the
Benz since you got it (yeah)
My boy got the best lamb chop since Erotic
(yeah) camo "Fuck" hat, fuck niggas, yeah
I'm 'bout it (Fuck these niggas)
I told 'em I can't post in
The hood because I'm poppin'
Pistol totin', lean drinkin' heathen, nigga
I ain't stoppin' (Uh, uh)
Hood bitch, white crackheads, Gucci stockings
(Bitch)
Come here, bitch, spit in her mouth, yeah
I'm toxic (Ugh, ugh)
All in the mall, no security, fuck (Fuck it)
I heard he brung it all out, boy
That ain't enough (That ain't enough)
You know I can't be servin' where it's at
I'm in a rush (Come on)
Niggas' hoes chillin' where I
Trap because it's plush (I know)
Count up 50K in all twenties, made her blush
Huh, nigga, hush
You fucked her, but I fucked her first
Niggas dumb (You late)
Yeah, Caesar Palace, did some shoppin'
(I did some shoppin', nigga)
Yeah, I sold a at Prime + Proper
(I sold a block out there)
Yeah, hood nigga, but I promise I'm a doctor
(I promise)
Nigga, what you need? You know I got you
Woah, trappin' out my
Nigga mansion, trippin', i wasn't thinkin'
(Woah)
Drunk a pint with Face, back to the trap
We pledge allegiance (Woah)
70K for one brick
What he sellin'? You better not tell 'em
I be fuckin' with dog, I feel like Vick
Come get a falcon (Woah)
Nigga, that's a bird, I feel like Larry
I retired (yeah)
Motherfuck you and you
Put Forgis on my tires
I'm a slave in the trap, my chain on
My whip outside (yeah)
Change my situation
Now I get paid to come outside (Woah)
Fuck that Call of Duty music
Keep the trap alive (Woah)
Free that nigga Peezy, Runtz got me wheezin'
I'm in Four Seasons, keep me if you need me
(yeah)
After I up that fire, keep that shit alive
Drunk a ten to the face
It feel like I can fly (yeah)
Memphis to the D, real niggas back in style
(Woah) pickin' up backends
I just watch the money pile (yeah)
And my new connect the only
Number that I dile (Woah)