You Can’t Get a Verse

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] (Jose the Plug) Yeah Some shit just be out my hands, man They be like, "Ray, why you don't be doin' this?" Why you be doin' that? You need to focus up, son Get off that lean, man, that lean fuckin' with you Nah, nigga, you fuckin' with me, huh, stop talkin' to me [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Broke the law, broke these bitches' hearts, tell me where to start I ride with poles, super paranoid, pay me like it's art She left with mine so I dog 'em all, baby left me scarred I heard you had the bag, lil' nigga, but you dropped the ball Bro was in the game first, shit, I'm Marc Gasol I was in it headfirst, I ain't scared at all I thought we was off the hook, but he brought the dogs I ain't finna tell you shit, let me get a call Niggas sendin' hate through the hoes, that's for bitches, ho I found out you got it right there, I'm Money Mitchin', though Blue hundreds got on rubber band, I don't Crip at all I don't really need a bitch for shit but a rental car I'm runnin' out of patience, heard you runnin' out of paper Runnin' off on niggas, if I whack you, it's a statement Whack my baby mama, she keep playin' with my baby Finally got a plug, just had a meeting with a label And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me Rest in peace to Reek, I ain't forgot about you, baby They tryna slam my hand like I forgot when niggas hated I showed up to LA, but I just started in the latest Double cup shawty, bitch, you know I'm medicatin' Niggas say a lot, but they can't tell you that I'm fakin' A nigga had to cross state lines just to shake it [Verse 2: Wanski] A nigga had to cross state lines just to make it Always out of town, no more time in that basement These niggas got all the time, but no paper I'm fresh off the 'Hound, what's your kind? What's your flavor? Shit so hard, it break razors Brodie on the yard with a razor Niggas sendin' hate through these hoes, that's what bitches do I find out you doin' that ho shit, that's your finish move AR hold some shit, hit you in the living room Naw, that ain't my little bitch, she just get my rentals to me Money made me crazy, money made you niggas hate me Fuckin' with the, whew, I can double up my paper Barehanded trippin' in here playin' with it, baby All solid niggas, ain't no hams at this table And I don't wanna hear that money shit, you ain't got enough Had a ho send him on a dummy and we shot him up I'm the type to hit a hit city and I drop it up Unc' got me on the bus smellin' loud as fuck [Interlude: Babyface Ray] And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me [Verse 3: DT Tha Kidd] I ain't go to college like, "Fuck an education" Get me a good plug that supply 'em, I'm gon' make it Weed so strong, got a nigga heart racin' Ball every day, I don't wait for no occasion Bitch, this a money run, this ain't no vacation Always stay fresh, you can catch me in the latest Fell in love with lean since the first time I taste it Always been me, I ain't never had to fake it, nigga Y'all tuned in to the life of a real nigga How I got good relationships with all the drug dealers Bitches lyin' to they niggas just so they can fuck with us I ain't showin' love to niggas if they don't fuck with us Rest in peace Wayne, rest in peace Thump Rest in peace my nigga Brick, I got a couple in the trunk I could put one on your head, I could get a nigga slumped Go'n break the 'Woods down, man, I'm tryna blow these Runtz