Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Rap , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Rap |
| I just chewed three percs they say that’s a blue |
| They say I just talk too much but I just speak the truth |
| My homies trappers they don’t rap so they be speaking through me |
| Her nigga like to play my music she be sneakin to me |
| Nigga still didn’t pay their tab you can keep the money |
| Niggas flashing petty stacks man that’s sneaker money |
| I got worried niggas plottin so the reaper coming |
| Seen shells everywhere like the easter bunny |
| Fame changed the game |
| Niggas tryin to proove a point instagram to blame |
| Niggas get a couple dollars and forget that they’re lame |
| Bitches get a couple followers and be switching their ways |
| Niggas shine a couple times and forget that it rains |
| I don’t really give a fuck courtesy of the drank |
| Hustle hard then deposit like I live in the bank |
| Neighbors smell the cali fragrance like I live in the bank |
| Yea fuck how you feel my bitch my mommas still struggling |
| Fuck how we was ain’t no love if you run with them |
| You can get another 100 if you come with ten |
| I saw you when you niggas trap but I ain’t comin in |
| They say you quit rap ray? |
| Yea I’m done with this |
| Cause I ain’t cool with all that front shit |
| I’m in my off white joggers but I’m runnin shit |
| That man disrespect my man ima fuck his bitch |
| Nigga disprect my brother ima pop his top |
| Twan just walked in new (emited) pressin 30 on the bag ten 10g's on the awp |
| Blues got 30 on his neck 50g's on his watch |
| Home alone paranoia 60gs on the spot |
| Got a line on the girl he not with me in the block |
| Get love in the hood we be feeding the block |
| I ain’t even see my kids all I’m seeing is quac |
| I ain’t even see my momma I’ve been gone for a month |
| Riding something low key with 24's in the trunk |
| Long sleeved escalade 6 hoes in the truck |
| Smoking woods out the pound roll up what you want |
| Countin blue 100's fell asleep drinking red |
| Niggas postin guns on gram they don’t believe in feds |
| You niggas ain’t goons better quit the playing |
| When I get bored ima put some cheese on your head |
| Coming home from milwauke stopped in the shot |
| Takin ten out the bag shoppin till I drop |
| No it ain’t the holiday but sparkles in the sky |
| Strippers know we buy 1's and let them bitches fly |
| Shot a move to the country paid your bitch to drive |
| Sitting round fresh as shit and we’re just getting high |
| Man that shit you call ballin he just getting by |
| Fuck your bitch and have her screaming like she finna die |
| Almost said fuck this rap shit |
| Cause I got sick and tired all this cap shit navy blue dickies on my trap shit |
| Up as hell still act like I ain’t got shit |
| How the fuck is he a shooter ain’t shot shit |
| Paid my dog to clean your whole house with that mop stick |
| Boy the shit you saving up that’s the shit I cop with |
| Boy you nigga’s ain’t even allowed where I shop at |