Babyface Ray - Foreva lyrics

(Topside)
Codeine cowboy, nigga, codeine cowboy
Yeah, yeah
Like John Wayne is and shit
Billy the Kid
Babyface Gunner
(We gon' get money forever)
You motherfuckin' right
Already
Yeah, ayy

Prada low-top (Low)
Gucci flipflops (Gucci)
My side side bitch man
Chillin' with the opps
(Ooh, she hurt)
Before I buy a bitch a bag
I send her with a lot
I could've got a brick of yeah
I went and got a watch
I made Live from the House
I was chillin' in the Knox
(No cap)
My life real, I'ma get a nigga knocked
(Shut the fuck up)
Knock on wood, my young niggas
They ride with woods
(Brrt)
Put a nigga in the grass like Tiger Woods
(He outta here)
Put some niggas on your ass
Press him like I'm Suge
(Go get that nigga)
Dreams of the NBA, I live a life of thug
(Ballin')
In here six deep, but we'll buy the club
(Yeah)
Don't come in my section
You ain't got a dub
(Broke-ass nigga)
FaceTimin' Poody with the blueprint (Family)
He told me turn up, fuck that cool shit
(Cool world)
That AR with the stock look like a pool stick
(Juice WRLD)
Took off on a plane and took a Xanny stick
Jump out at the function
Bitches screamin' and they panickin'
(What up, though?)
I heard you ran it up
But now it's vanishin'
(Shit gone now)
Bitch, we up forever, never landin', shh
(Forever)
I'm litty
Got her drippin' like a candlestick
Hell yeah, I'm payin' for the damages
In all cash, lil' nigga
I ain't with that scammin' shit
(Uh, uh)
You a dirty lil' boy like my family is
(Like my pops)
He say, "Ray done hit my bitch
I ain't a fan of his"
(Boss)
My bitch ain't in Chanel, but her sandals is
(But her sandals is)
You say it's all there, well
Let me scale it then
(Let me scale that shit)
New Gelato 41, you can tell it is
Bustin' out the bag, you can smell the shit