Hmu

Aye
Aye, it's Ray$av
These hoes call me ugly, but they nigga call me all day
How that add up
Ray

You should hit me up, only if it's bout a buck
I'm really down to earth, but you could still get stuck up
Pull these niggas like a pickup, breathtaking, they huff and puff
I don't give a fuck, I'll call your bluff, you one of us then hit me up

You should hit my phone, remember to watch your tone
Use your headstone as a stepping stone, cause you was dead wrong
All my niggas come in twos, this a no flex zone
They need me, I'm on the road, don't get disowned

He wanna hit my line cause I divine, baddest bitch alive
I am so divine, water taste like wine, take a dive
All jokes aside, all 365, I'm outside
He say I'm a trip, but he wanna take a ride

It's up if you hoes acting uppity
Y'all talking like that angels need company
We don't give a fuck bout your gang or street
Anybody get R.I.P., don't want your nigga out of his league

Major, one of Nicki's sons and I'm due for labor
Next up, give me my credit, that's due or my people will draw
No turning back, tattoo
Punchlines, make the girls KO
Body a masterpiece, this frame is on Van Gogh

They all want the scoop like gelato
But I just swerve on you niggas like potholes, bitch

You should hit me up, only if it's bout a buck
I'm really down to earth, but you could still get stuck up
Pull these niggas like a pickup, breathtaking, they huff and puff
I don't give a fuck, I'll call your bluff, you one of us then hit me up

You should hit my phone, remember to watch your tone
Use your headstone as a stepping stone, cause you was dead wrong
All my niggas come in twos, this a no flex zone
They need me, I'm on the road, don't get disowned

I'm the status quo, don't ask for my number, ask for my quote
He love the way my belly roll, when we argue he give me mad throat

Brilliant, but I can get belligerent
Bougie, whip your ass outside a Saks Fifth
Soon as I pop out, I see the surrogates
Bitch, you my son, get popped in the barrette

Ex nigga mad as fuck, I'd be mad too if my bitch made me
Was on the honor roll, the only F's I got on me is Fendi
Say I don't look like my pics? I look better in person
Yo daddy sign his name on that check in cursive

If I did it, I did it on purpose
Y'all some actors step on the scene, it's curtains
Sipping tea, while I enjoy the legs of Kermit
She cool, once Ray, turn her to cold case

Know where I'm from, walk past, who dat is what he say, bitch
You should hit me up, only if it's bout a buck
I'm really down to earth, but you could still get stuck up
Pull these niggas like a pickup, breathtaking, they huff and puff
I don't give a fuck, I'll call your bluff, you one of us then hit me up

You should hit my phone, remember to watch your tone
Use your headstone as a stepping stone, cause you was dead wrong
All my niggas come in twos, this a no flex zone
They need me, I'm on the road, don't get disowned
Ray

Ugh, alright
Hello?
Ah, look who finally wanna pick up
Why you ain't been answering my calls no more
I'm working, I'm working, I'm busy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
You probably talking to one of your other lil niggas huh
I'm playing, I'm playing, don't hang up on me
Man, bye
Anyway, take me from the top



Credits
Writer(s): Byron L Jr Jupiter, Sergey Igorevich Rybchinskiy, Raven Ancar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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