XRP (feat. Suga Ray)
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
This ain't no PPPP, my boy
This preparation opportunity, my boy
This long nights not getting no sleep, my boy
This me rapping on my own Beat, my boy
This treat but I swear it ain't sweet, my boy
If you hatin' me that ain't P, my boy
Keep it G you could probably never be, my boy
Cause I can see your baby mama watching me, my boy
Like a TV, but it ain't nothing to see, my boy
I'm just counting up these hundreds and 50s, my boy
Put a couple bands in the XRP, my boy
The XRP gon get me a SRT, my boy
And I'm a put it off the lot like a G, my boy
Doing donuts in the middle of the street, my boy
You can be whatever you wanna be, my boy
Just know you can't do it like me, my boy
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
Sippin on 'this yak
Feelin' like a Mac
Chillin', but my swag on full attack
Keep a potent sack and my flow is crack
And I don't mean to brag but I got it like that
No contact if it ain't about the racks (racks)
No contract if we ain't talking 'bout the max (max)
And I don't really care about how you feeling 'bout that
Cause I've been broke, and I ain't going back
Shoutout to the bros that put me on the plays (bros)
Shoutout the hoes that tried to play nigga a like 2K
I knew writin' flows was gon end up puttin' me in a Wraith
Imagine what woulda happen if I would've played it safe
Imagine what woulda happen if I didn't follow passion
Imagine what would've happened if I would've fell in line gladly
You lost a good thing if you ever ever had me
Blowing big L's in a condo in Manhattan
Blowing big L's Whenever I am in traffic (hol' on)
My team ballin', baby I am the captain
Me and my dawgs know how to make it happen
Real niggas link up, bad bitches tap in
Playboy Dior just got a couple bags in
This is my first tour, I'm gonna get it off the back end
Hop in the ride with a million dollar mac, then
Slide to the west side, it's time to get it crackin'
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
Aye folk
It's a muhfucka, when you meet a muhfuckin' certified authentic ass nigga
You knowmsayin' that's real, keep it real
And still a whoop a nigga ass if a nigga get outta place
Man, that's no other than Kelmo Rocks
And I said it, and I put a stamp on it
All the way from muhfuckin' East Point, Georgia that is
By way of East Point
Shid, you already know who it is
It's ya boy Sugar Ray
Shid and I'm just gon do it like that there
Kelmo - all day, any day
Bitch
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
This ain't no PPPP, my boy
This preparation opportunity, my boy
This long nights not getting no sleep, my boy
This me rapping on my own Beat, my boy
This treat but I swear it ain't sweet, my boy
If you hatin' me that ain't P, my boy
Keep it G you could probably never be, my boy
Cause I can see your baby mama watching me, my boy
Like a TV, but it ain't nothing to see, my boy
I'm just counting up these hundreds and 50s, my boy
Put a couple bands in the XRP, my boy
The XRP gon get me a SRT, my boy
And I'm a put it off the lot like a G, my boy
Doing donuts in the middle of the street, my boy
You can be whatever you wanna be, my boy
Just know you can't do it like me, my boy
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
Sippin on 'this yak
Feelin' like a Mac
Chillin', but my swag on full attack
Keep a potent sack and my flow is crack
And I don't mean to brag but I got it like that
No contact if it ain't about the racks (racks)
No contract if we ain't talking 'bout the max (max)
And I don't really care about how you feeling 'bout that
Cause I've been broke, and I ain't going back
Shoutout to the bros that put me on the plays (bros)
Shoutout the hoes that tried to play nigga a like 2K
I knew writin' flows was gon end up puttin' me in a Wraith
Imagine what woulda happen if I would've played it safe
Imagine what woulda happen if I didn't follow passion
Imagine what would've happened if I would've fell in line gladly
You lost a good thing if you ever ever had me
Blowing big L's in a condo in Manhattan
Blowing big L's Whenever I am in traffic (hol' on)
My team ballin', baby I am the captain
Me and my dawgs know how to make it happen
Real niggas link up, bad bitches tap in
Playboy Dior just got a couple bags in
This is my first tour, I'm gonna get it off the back end
Hop in the ride with a million dollar mac, then
Slide to the west side, it's time to get it crackin'
Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like
Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide
Won't you hop inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
Aye folk
It's a muhfucka, when you meet a muhfuckin' certified authentic ass nigga
You knowmsayin' that's real, keep it real
And still a whoop a nigga ass if a nigga get outta place
Man, that's no other than Kelmo Rocks
And I said it, and I put a stamp on it
All the way from muhfuckin' East Point, Georgia that is
By way of East Point
Shid, you already know who it is
It's ya boy Sugar Ray
Shid and I'm just gon do it like that there
Kelmo - all day, any day
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Kelcey Walker
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