Credit Me

V-Ray's going too hard though
You know, oh, oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
Just know when my homie died it felt like suicide
Just know when my homie died it felt like suicide to me

Deal with the pain your eyes can't see
Feeling like Ja, ima jump out the league
I'm feeling down, might pop me a bean
Yeah, let's go, record disk

You can get the scratching
With that trigger get in your element
Avatar, niggas air bending, that smoke inhaling it
Battle bound, my demons came with a heart so what you telling me

Trying to skirt around, birds chirping, that's an early sound
I said, twin towers, post up and we knock ya down
Dealing with my sorrows, talking to bro up in the pound
Niggas want to talk about my auto-tune, better auto-tune that pistol

Highest one in the room, trying to send you to the higher room, on all my niggas
Bitch, or, you can't drown with the president
Bitch i said my demons came with a heart so what you telling me
Call his phone for a play and up that blick, now he gotta credit me

How all these niggas talk crazy about zip, but never step to me
Swinging through, for sure
Hopping out that Four door
She sucking fucking, sending her little pussy, she a poor heart

You do not want zippy on that rip, cause I say bonjour
If you not tryna, send a fucking shot, then, what you come for
Baby girl know I'm geeking, DDG, had a eat with the EBT
Nigga stop claiming GBG, we spin like DVDs

I'm sending heat, just like Miami
I'm swinging like palm trees, ain't shit been basic about me
Soul in the air, I take what I see, dealing with P-A-I-N
got the appetite of a lion, she run whenever I'm in it

And you know zip not lying
I want to thug with my friends, but what the fuck is my friends
I don't know, so I refurbish my gin
I said, I said peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, hop out see you

Fruity loops, be like 808s, hmm
Scooby-Doo, bet your dog running when I, hmm
Stepping with the troops, bet I get the fah, fah
Cause when my homie died, that shit felt like suicide to me

Feel like yesterday, I was running around throwing them acorns from the tree
It was yesterday, I was running around trying to send shots all through the breeze
Feel like D-Lo, get some VC, you don't know what's up my sleeve
Call his phone for a play and up that blicky, he gotta credit me

Call his phone for a play and up that blicky, gotta ee-ee
We been road running, I been tryna, huh, load hundreds
for me and my brother
Take care of the family, this joint hot this ain't no cold cutter

Get the thinking about my family, can't kick back with my own brothers
Likefuck them hoes, they don't love us
I been going Awol, go berserk, nah, I keep, hmm
I can't even, Ray Charles

Talkin bout fuck that auto tune I just wanna see yo shots
tryna send a nigga to Tuxedo shop
I said, hmm, let's go
Dealing with the P-A-I-N

Dealing with the P-A-I-N
I said, I said, semi finals, catch that body, then advance
Bitch, it ain't no benihanas, huh, huh, might chop up your man
V-Ray's going too hard though