Ray Gun
(I dont rock designer)
(Bitch these Air Force ones)
(These is Air Force ones)
(Naw these are Air Force ones)
(I dont rock designer jeans)
(These are Air Force ones)
(Don't invite me to no party)
(I can't bring my gun)
(Don't invite me to no party)
(I can't bring my gun)
(Yea yea)
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
(Hmm) really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (hmm)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (hmm)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
Yo Nigga so lame (lame)
Look like jake from State Farm
Call my hoes back (back)
Really I don't want y'all
Know y'all niggas can't hang
Really I don't know y'all
What the fuck you saying
Pocket rocket by my gut dog
This Nigga too curious (too curious)
Bitch can't be serious (serious)
This hoe delirious
She must be on her period
(Muthafuckin what)
I'm mad I'm furious
This time I'm feeling it (ok)
Fuck Nigga get out my face
Yo really I ain't hearing it
She so nasty
When she suck it
Make my spirit lift
My brother geeked
He out his body
He on a spirit trip
You wanna see my catch a flight
Book a spirit bitch
And when I fuck I want your soul
I want your spirit bitch (want your spirit bitch)
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
(hmm) (tore up)
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up (slow up)
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
Really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (deuce)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (thing)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
Call of duty I got drones that shoot out rockets
(Shoot out rockets)
Everywhere I go
A rocket in my pocket (everywhere)
They keep asking for them songs
And when I'm dropping (I don't kno)
I make wait bro
It feel good to know you popping
I told her baby use more spit
Squeeze your hands
And twist your hands
I hate a bitch that can't suck dick
New ride and take a lift
Middle school
Aint have no chips
They use to laugh up on my kicks
Rell didn't have that
Or didn't have this
Yea he cute but ain't got fits
Same bitches broke as shit
They baby daddy life is shit
Ain't thinking bout a bitch
Just kno don't try to come back in
Me and gang cool on them friends
We stuffing Glocks and got FNs
I fucking this bad bitch on the low
When she cums first
I'm like hey twin
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
(hmm) (tore up)
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up (slow up)
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
Really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (deuce)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (thing)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
(I got a Ray gun)
(I got a Ray Gun)
(Bitch these Air Force ones)
(These is Air Force ones)
(Naw these are Air Force ones)
(I dont rock designer jeans)
(These are Air Force ones)
(Don't invite me to no party)
(I can't bring my gun)
(Don't invite me to no party)
(I can't bring my gun)
(Yea yea)
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
(Hmm) really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (hmm)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (hmm)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
Yo Nigga so lame (lame)
Look like jake from State Farm
Call my hoes back (back)
Really I don't want y'all
Know y'all niggas can't hang
Really I don't know y'all
What the fuck you saying
Pocket rocket by my gut dog
This Nigga too curious (too curious)
Bitch can't be serious (serious)
This hoe delirious
She must be on her period
(Muthafuckin what)
I'm mad I'm furious
This time I'm feeling it (ok)
Fuck Nigga get out my face
Yo really I ain't hearing it
She so nasty
When she suck it
Make my spirit lift
My brother geeked
He out his body
He on a spirit trip
You wanna see my catch a flight
Book a spirit bitch
And when I fuck I want your soul
I want your spirit bitch (want your spirit bitch)
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
(hmm) (tore up)
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up (slow up)
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
Really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (deuce)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (thing)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
Call of duty I got drones that shoot out rockets
(Shoot out rockets)
Everywhere I go
A rocket in my pocket (everywhere)
They keep asking for them songs
And when I'm dropping (I don't kno)
I make wait bro
It feel good to know you popping
I told her baby use more spit
Squeeze your hands
And twist your hands
I hate a bitch that can't suck dick
New ride and take a lift
Middle school
Aint have no chips
They use to laugh up on my kicks
Rell didn't have that
Or didn't have this
Yea he cute but ain't got fits
Same bitches broke as shit
They baby daddy life is shit
Ain't thinking bout a bitch
Just kno don't try to come back in
Me and gang cool on them friends
We stuffing Glocks and got FNs
I fucking this bad bitch on the low
When she cums first
I'm like hey twin
Lil nigga I'm so up
And I got my doors up
With some freaks
You know they tore up
(hmm) (tore up)
They gone turn my bros up
Need 2 cups to help me slow up (slow up)
Really high off life
Always knew I was gone blow up
Really bout that time
Pour me up a deuce (deuce)
Bitch I fucking hate y'all
I can't see a thing (thing)
Bitch I feel like Ray Charles
I'm so fucking high now
Bitch I'm in the quasars
This a wonder weapon
Bitch I got a Ray gun
(I got a Ray gun)
(I got a Ray Gun)
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Writer(s): Syrell Thorpe
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