[RayD]
What's good? It's RayD
I got my boy, Roe... this is the cypher
Kick it
Let's go, uh
Lemme, drop that beat for ya
I'm not a producer though
I use ya, I'll use your ho
And then I'll slap her
On the corner, then I dap her
And then I'm doing it like I get a tap shoe
And then I tap you, then I'm gonna tap your bitch
And then I'm doing it because you know I like to switch
Up the beat when I'm kickin' it
Cause you know I'm so hitched
Cause you know I'm doing it I hitched your truck to my
Fucking.. thumb, whats good
I don't know, I'm dumb, and I'm chillin' in the hood
With my boy Roe, ye he's from that Brayfield
My last name's Braithwaite but he's not that lame
He's, kneeling to the floor
Praying down to Mary and I don't even know
How to go, let's go
I'm doing it, check out my flow
I screwin' it
To the door, cause I broke it the other day
I kicked it, I was pissed off, it was kinda flay
Wait, I got the filet fish, then I ate it
Kanye, where you at, yo you ain't even
In the grave yet, bitch
Cause I'm doing it, I kick it
I'm doing it because my penis just keeps on getting thickened
And I don't even know, I'm chinnin' and I'm grinnin'
And I'm doing it, Im' chillin', yo, fuckin'
You spinnin'
[Roe]
Listen
When it come talk to me, it's over
And bitch, come over here like a four-leaf clover
They don't know what's coming next
And bitch, I'm good luck
They coming up to me and bitch, I go full Ruck
I go full buck
I come on this beat, I come and full up
You don't know 'bout me yet
You don't know 'bout me and my vest
And the shit, I rocking Eagles with my Desert Eagles
And bitchin', coming with me
They don't know about the run in with the G's
I'm running with the ski's
I'm running with the B's
And they don't know what's going on
Bitch, I rock the T's
And I'll rock my own swag, and not in anybody else's
But doing my own shit, bitch I had to belt it
And had to hit it with the one time
And say, hey you wanna come over here for one rhyme
You can spit it, and you can get it
You can come to me girl, as long as it's wet, and
And you don't know what's good, what's next, bitch
I'm shivering, like what's next with the best going with my vest
And rocking up my chest
They just dancing up, limping like what's next
They don't know what's going on, bitch
But I'm on, bitch
And I'm sipping that patron, bitch
They don't know about me getting that money
And rolling all the trees, and getting all them honeys
And they just don't know about all those freestyles
And top of the dome, that's me style
And that's for me, and that's for a while
I'm smoking weed, and bitch don't know my style
They don't know about the Led Zeppelin's
And smoking weed, yup, and this is 'til the end
And they just coming with me, and my friend
And this guy over here, ride or die 'til the end
Uh, we too sick, out
