Half Sleep

Lyrics

[Intro] (Is Wes still there?) (Get off, Juno) [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Yeah, I can turn a bitch swag up, give a nigga street cred Movin' on up the penthouse, got a keypad Some niggas don't, but some other niggas need rap You can tell the jeans cap when you seen the patch You see me, now you don't, movin' like a ghost You can see the LV print walkin' through the snow Forever number two, can't love you like me dough Grab the pistol, walk him out, make sure you lock my door [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] I was late to class, but I still pass Skipped college, richer than my teacher, damn, I feel bad Fell back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these M's stack Real stats, press a button on the double R, the roof peel back The right place, the right time, they all gon' fuck Coincidental, I'm on Brickell in a new machine Ain't tint the window, it ain't nobody I'm tryna duck Watch niggas turn to male groupies when they come to lean I had a dream 'bout a award, walkin' across the stage Finally made it to the top, but it was only me I remember buyin' beans, goin' down the way Strapped my nuts and had 'Trap or Die' on repeat [Verse 3: Veeze] Go on YouTube and type "Veeze highlights" I'm number one in the country on the red pints If we was opps, me and your ass a be on thin ice What you sippin' love and hate? That's a thin line Fuck a baby bottle, pour it to my lips dry I got hoes in every state, I ain't flyin' you out Niggas say they want a feature, ain't got the right amount Wasn't 'posed to sleep eith the hoe, but I nodded off Rich cost, take your arm and your leg off Never too much for the drank, Luther Vandross I'ma have to start smokin' crack just to spend it all Wantin' to be romantic, bitch, let's fuck in a bank vault You the type to bite a nigga ankle, I'm a big dawg I'll sell to J's 'till they come back with a crooked jaw Last name Worst, I'ma fuck you, then ignore your call Dawg broke, you only got one outfit like the Chucky doll We the total opposite, you got zero pockets full I'll take a bitch hoe to the movie, before I buy the pussy Nigga, gotta show that bank card before we get into it You would think my name is Travis Scott, how they want my shoes [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] Broke ho, I get the boot, me, I need a parachute You know I got the juice, you throw a nigga off the roof Caught a lame nigga through my youngboys alley-oop You can peep the Louis, Murakami when I'm passin' through If I had her, you can have her too, 'cause I got a few Hold on to the money, black jew like my nigga Fu If hatin' was crime, it'd be a million niggas on the loose Hop out in the hood, blick attached, got too much to lose