More songs by Babyface Ray
Description
Producer: 4amjuno
Composer: 4amjuno
Lyricist: Marcellus Rayvon Register
Lyricist: Gary Thomas
Lyricist: Travis Pittman
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Get off June. -What's that shit you. . .
Yeah. What's that shit you sippin' bitch?
Ayy, what's that shit you sippin' face? What's that shit you rockin' boy?
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know. What's that shit you pushin' boy?
Pop out, they be lookin', huh?
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know. Private diamond shoppin' Mr. Wilson.
This don't need no filter. She just wanna feel it. Baby girl, don't touch me, they might.
Twist the wavy flexin' got me glidin' with no hillies. Change my name to
Millie's. Say they heard the Colonel goin' corporate.
Jump right off the road and show these lil' niggas torn, for sure. Numbers goin' up just like some
Lamborghini doors. Niggas can't be players and be mad about a whore.
Flow seats, pistol gang, whoever gang on everything.
Jack ripped, denim cost more than your petty chain. Rims on your hoopty, lil' nigga you a baller, huh?
Twenty-twenty-fours like a shark when it's crawlin' up.
Crazy I been slammin' all these bitches, still ain't tall enough.
Nigga you ain't shoppin', you ain't coppin', why you callin' us? Lately I been lookin' from the top, how you get there?
Thought that shit was turnt when your watch cost a brick there.
I'm just a overseas city boy, codeine cowboy, titty boy, hear me boy?
Seals for my Philly boys. Get out here and get it, get a job, I ain't give a trust.
High off life, I'm in the sky, I can hear a voice. What's that shit you sippin' face?
What's that shit you rockin' boy?
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know. What's that shit you pushin' boy?
Pop out, they be lookin', huh? Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas tryna keep up with us, why I'm thinkin' we ain't far enough?
Got on a quarter mil' with no chains, bae stall 'em up.
Hoes gon' mope, pay it to us if we call 'em up. If a nigga make a false move, cuz chalk him up.
Wavy Navy just walked in, hoes fallin' out. Eighty racks, all fifties, four pockets bulgin' out.
They turn into some fans when the hatin' start workin' out.
And every time we fall up in they spot, the burger bought it out.
Niggas start talkin' money, man I just ignore the shit. So much paper in the crib, they think we hoard the shit. Mix
Cartier with Tiffany, man you couldn't even afford this shit.
Just got a new mansion, now I'm pickin' out what floors it get. Thinkin' 'bout which whore to hit.
Different kind of drip, man you can't even go order this.
You ain't even important yet. You might see us in the D, then the next day we boardin' jets.
Niggas talkin' word when they ain't even cross the border yet.
Ayy, what's that shit you sippin' face?
What's that shit you rockin' boy?
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know. What's that shit you pushin' boy?
Pop out, they be lookin', huh? Niggas wanna steal the sauce, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Niggas wanna soak up game, I know, I know, I know, I know.