Bigryanbread - BOGUS

Never been the type to sell drugs, but I smoke them Hit the road, then I roll one, shit is potent
Nothing you can say is that important, don't do coke, but I fill my cup and make a potion
Creep up in the game, they don't notice, swear they can't see me, think the lens is out of focus
She think I do magic, hocus pocus, when I go bitch disappear, she say I'm bogus
I be with the bucks like I'm Brady
Sipping on this lean and this shit got me lazy
Says she really wanna have my baby
Telling me she love me, but that shit do not phase me
Swimming in the pussy like the navy
Asking how I do it, I be locking in daily
I ain't gotta prove it, check my stats, you cannot play me
This a new improvement, make a track and then they pay me
Only do a feature if I fuck with you
I ain't tryna talk unless you tryna make a buck or two
Body beats, it's BRB, move out the way I'm coming through
Coffee beans and fatty meats, I'm chilling living comfortable
I be moving cocky and they hate that
You sipping on Milwaukee, boy that's crazy I can't take that
On my dick like Jockey, talking shit bro you can stay mad
Ain't no one gon' stop me at the top is where I stay at
Never been the type to sell drugs, but I smoke them Hit the road, then I roll one, shit is potent
Nothing you can say is that important, don't do coke, but I fill my cup and make a potion
Creep up in the game, they don't notice, swear they can't see me, think the lens is out of focus
She think I do magic, hocus pocus, when I go bitch disappear, she say I'm bogus
Yeah you got a gun but you ain't gon' blow shit
This shit ain't no fun, they can't match on toe to toe shit
Brain is getting foggy, bout to go and pour some more shit
Police asking questions but I told them I don't know shit
I'm so fucked up, I don't even know what time it is
Bitch you lucked up, you don't even know who Ryan is
Trying to make a song but I do not know what rhyming is
I've been living so long I do not know what dying is
2025 I'm whipping big shit
Asking what she want it's BRB up on her wishlist
I don't need a job I'm making money while I piss bitch
I be dropping bombs they say the kid is terroristic
These bitches steady tell me I'm terrific
Boy you know I'm winning check the stats and analytics
Begging for a chance she trying to suck all on this big dick
Got her in a trance I make it wetter than pacific
Bitch I get her wetter than the ocean
Bust a nut inside her and that bitch didn't even notice
Run it up in silence they don't even see the motion
Driving with no license but this whip it is not stolen

Written by:
Ryan Bret

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