Ray Charles
Oh shit
There he go
Black shades Ray Charles, hit the road jack
Blind to all that bullshit cut it off ain't coming back
Back n forth on beats cause I got tennis racket swag
Know she proud of me so I put Prada on her bag
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Elevate the scene when I pop out she getting chills
Know I'm seventeen, I'm a grown ass man gotta keep that steel
Lil bitch she thought she the catch but now she got caught she all on my reel
Oh yeah
I don't text her back and she trip out but back at the spot all her clothes, yeah she get out
Sippin a remedy
I make a melody
Danny pull up to the penthouse
Oh yeah
I ain't going back n forth with y'all hell nah we going up
Toast up with the drugs and she want to post up show me love yeah
Damn
I got the rock cause I know what to do with it
Watching the game from the wood they could sub me in
Alterations on her jeans, lil mama too thick
Truck full of racks like Brinks
Real and the fake don't mix
Come alive on a night like this
Black shades Ray Charles, hit the road jack
Blind to all that bullshit cut it off ain't coming back
Back n forth on beats cause I got tennis racket swag
Know she proud of me so I put Prada on her bag
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Elevate the scene when I pop out she getting chills
Know I'm seventeen, I'm a grown ass man gotta keep that steel
Lil bitch she thought she the catch but now she got caught she all on my reel
Oh yeah
There he go
Black shades Ray Charles, hit the road jack
Blind to all that bullshit cut it off ain't coming back
Back n forth on beats cause I got tennis racket swag
Know she proud of me so I put Prada on her bag
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Elevate the scene when I pop out she getting chills
Know I'm seventeen, I'm a grown ass man gotta keep that steel
Lil bitch she thought she the catch but now she got caught she all on my reel
Oh yeah
I don't text her back and she trip out but back at the spot all her clothes, yeah she get out
Sippin a remedy
I make a melody
Danny pull up to the penthouse
Oh yeah
I ain't going back n forth with y'all hell nah we going up
Toast up with the drugs and she want to post up show me love yeah
Damn
I got the rock cause I know what to do with it
Watching the game from the wood they could sub me in
Alterations on her jeans, lil mama too thick
Truck full of racks like Brinks
Real and the fake don't mix
Come alive on a night like this
Black shades Ray Charles, hit the road jack
Blind to all that bullshit cut it off ain't coming back
Back n forth on beats cause I got tennis racket swag
Know she proud of me so I put Prada on her bag
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Elevate the scene when I pop out she getting chills
Know I'm seventeen, I'm a grown ass man gotta keep that steel
Lil bitch she thought she the catch but now she got caught she all on my reel
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): Cameron Norton
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