Ray Gamma XP - Directors Cut (feat. Big Drizzle)

Big motherfuckin' drizzle, nigga
Ray get a camera, this about to be a spike lead
All black Amiris, OGs in a white tee
Cut a nigga neck for the check, no Nikes

Niggas upset cause they can't flow like me
Niggas so icy, I'm having motion like Gucci
I'm proud of my sneakers, they Louie
Opps tryna do me, leave em on the news

27-six-two while I'm yelling free Lucci
Never been a trick, all I get is free coochie
Why I pay for the P when she can pay for the D
Thinkin' from Miami how I stay with the heat

Threw away the PS3 just to play in the streets
Used to get it straight from Cali cause the pay was for cheap
Niggas unbalanced, gotta pray for the weak
Blue dollars probably got us eating steak for a week

Birthday in the Bay, smoking cake on the beach
Let him play, no wait, he gon' lay where he speak
For real, had to take me a breather
Good on the drink, got paints by the liter

First trap, house, fish tank in the freezer
On a broke ass stove, tryna make me some Ether
Drizzle
Ooh, look who they sent in
Ray Gama the Hitman

Business is business
Worked on my fitness
Sculpting my ridges
Get out your feelings nigga

Glock got extensions
Soul caliber rounds
Stick size is Siegfried
Penetrate thin skin

Like noodles it's instant
If her body ain't ran through
Morals with values
Throat deep like my art

Then that's gon' be my lil yea yeaaa
I'm a different breed of knowledge
Keep a different one like Sokka
So if you see the boss beside me

Then they metal gear solid
Sweat that toxic out my body
Purify my mental psyche
Pass me the sticks, I'ma beat em till they quick

Moving propane, I'm the king of the hill
Gamma go off like switch
Dunking on niggas like my MacGlung in the gym
Passing these niggas Aaron Donald with the swim

Views go up when I share and hit send
Really I'm him, Gamma
XP
Sup Drizzle

XP

Written by:
Julius Erwin, Kenevious Deamon

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