Lyrics Word - Ryan Cali

Word

Yeah
I like this
Old school baby
Yaw
Yaw
Ey
Word is born, I be back in the booth
On my old school shit, need a track or a loop
You ain’t gone do shit, go get back in your coupe
You a grown man bitch with a hat and a suit
Three, two, one, one time for the bassline
I don’t count sheeps, motherfucker I don’t waste time
32 inches on point be my waste line
She don’t wanna meet but she always wanna Facetime
Long ass legs, tight body and her face fine
If I taste hers maybe she would wanna taste mine
Baby tell me what your safe line
We can have a play date, have a little play time
But she always wanna label it
Talk around the pie when we could be out there making it
Lets do it babygirl, tell me what’s holding you back
I take a hundred out the wallet and I fold it in half
Make a paper plane, throw it fuck the paper man
Still I’m out there chasing man, haters what I’m facing man
Made this shit my own, what you think champ
Ain’t stopping till they put me with NORE up on Drink Champs
Wanna go down as a legend
That’s why I’m always stressing, always tired under pressure
But I guess that’s what I chose, I don’t have to
I just need something for me, something to grab to
Coming with that fake, motherfucker I will slap you
Step right in front of my mike and I will blast you
Real quick, cooking that shit, serving that fast food
Real dish, licking your lips, don’t let it pass you
Smoke weed, put on the system, gotta relax to
Good music, lyrics of wisdom, brought a Six-Pack too
Sip that, sit on the couch, I make you kick back
Spit that, letting it out, he got the big gat, click clack
Gun on my back, yo where the sense at
This that, foot on the gas, put em in last
Cock back, let it go fast, they never last
Don’t believe the hype cause they don’t know what they doing
But I’m here with the knowledge and I’m finally recruiting
I go stupid with the new shit like I knew It and produced it
I be fluent with the music, lock me up and take the key
Cause after I’m done the’ll be nothing after me
See em coming after me but I don’t take em seriously
I got a lotta lyrics in me, I’m the realest you have seen
Yo check the style, I ain’t sounding like none of ya
Word to my mother ya, came to get butter ya
Ride for a brother dog, my loyalty first
Been through the same shit, stuck, knowing it hurts
Lotta disloyal suckers out hoping the worse
I’m a keep on coming, I be showing my thirst, word