Babyface Ray – Code + Love Me Some More Lyrics

Babyface Ray Lyrics

Code + Love Me Some More
^{this is a track by Babyface Ray}

[Part 1: Code]

[Intro]
(Krazy Mob)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What time is it right now, nigga?
Uh, yeah, yeah
Like 8:44 in the morning, nigga
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (For real)
Stickin’ to the code
Stickers on the coupe, I’m still puttin’ rims on (Forgiato)
Chain dancin’ like I caught it in the end zone (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t fifty-five, but I’m keepin’ red pole
Steppin’, I stand on ’em
You rep the brand for me
At the top, it get quiet, I thought they was sayin’ somethin’
Even though she got a man, won’t put me in friendzone
She addicted to the vibe, say I got her head gone
Lately, I been way too busy, put you in my plans though (Mhm)
She say she miss my voice, play me through your headphones
Best mouth I ever had, I wonder what that head doin’, yeah
Now if I take you shoppin’, who gon’ help with the bags?
Dodgin’ Lipstick Alley, I’m busy countin’ up cash
Ain’t no halfway steppin’, you get the slides with the bag
Niggas stab me in my back, man, I grab it and slice they neck
Yeah, man down (Yeah, man down)
Stayin’ up, I ain’t comin’ down (I ain’t comin’ down)
Count it up, rubber bands, get it (Rubber bands, get it)
Stack it up like it’s Jenga and it keep fallin’ down (Go)

[Chorus]
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (You see me)
Stickin’ to the code
Stickers on the coupe, I’m still puttin’ rims on
Chain dancin’ like I caught it in the end zone
Yeah

[Segue]
What it’s gon’ take for you to see
They can’t fuck with me? (They can’t fuck with me)
Been doin’ it for a minute and I’m sayin’ that humbly
Might be somethin’ to you, but you know it ain’t nothin’ to me
It ain’t nothin’ to me

[Part 2: Love Me Some More]

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Thanks for the gift, E)

[Chorus]
For real
Yeah, you know I’m thuggin’ for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I’m on

[Verse 2]
Lovin’ you is easy (Easy)
Call me when you need me
Had a vision, stay strategic
Took a risk to feed my people
Ain’t no substance in my music what they say, you must ain’t listen
Come around, they stealin’ sauce, man, stay the fuck from out my kitchen
Fuck a witness, I was in it
I was ridin’, I was with it
Stayed the same when I was finished
Now it’s Gucci, Louis denim
Now it’s groupies takin’ pictures
Speedin’ on the road to riches
She too trill, she hold my pistol
Broke her heart and I can’t fix it
Money counter, money counter, it keep goin’
They hop out and get right on you
Boy, don’t try to be heroic
Team Celine when it be snowin’
Might get wet, you ride this wave
Put that hammer to his head, I make him Atlanta Braves
Made it through, what can I say? (Say)
Be the boss, you gotta pay
They believe it’s addin’ pressure
She hit me when she want pleasure
I went shoppin’ with the extras
Pay a fee, they come and catch you
Ain’t too good with writin’ letters
Boo, I hope you get the message

[Chorus]
For real
Yeah, you know I’m thuggin’ for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I’m on
So love me some more
I’m on drugs ’til they gone
Keep it real when I’m wrong (Wrong)
Yeah, you know I’m thuggin’ for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I’m on (I’m on)
So love me some more
I’m on drugs ’til they gone
Keep it real when I’m wrong
Keep it real when I’m wrong
I’m on drugs ’til they gone

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^{_{Songwriter (s):Babyface Ray, Pooh Beatz, B. March, DY Krazy, EJ Beats & Tommy Parker}}

^{Marcellus Rayvon Register (born February 7, 1991), known professionally as Babyface Ray, is an American rapper from Detroit, Michigan. He is noted as an important and prominent figure of the Detroit hip hop scene}

project: MOB (2022)
^{BABYFACE RAY}
Waves On Every Chain
Wonderful Wayne & Jackie Boy
Rap Politics
Nice Guy
Brand New Benz
Vonnie Skit
Vonnie Song
Spend It
Bitch WYD?
Crazy World
Massacre
Masterpiece
Wavy Gang Immortal
Code + Love Me Some More
Spill My Cup
Corner Suite
Hallelujah
Famous

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Babyface Ray – Wavy Gang Immortal Lyrics

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Wavy Gang Immortal
^{this track by Babyface Ray features Samuel Shabazz & King Hendrick$}

[Intro: Samuel Shabazz]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Samuel Shabazz]
I learned from your favorite rapper to be your favorite rapper
I learned from your favorite hustler to be your favorite hustler
Dive deep in that water, I ain’t know what to do
But somebody had to do it, had to show ’em the proof
Way more to dealin’ than just sellin’ dope
Way more to hustlin’ than just sellin’ hope
I did almost everything when I had nothin’ to lose
And I’d do almost anything to not get back in them shoes

[Verse 1: Samuel Shabazz]
And they don’t never call me for me
Before we hang up, I’ma know what they need
But I ain’t trippin’ ’cause that’s really what I do it for
Say you love me, you should treat me like you mean it more
You say you love me, you should treat me like you mean it more
You say you love me, you don’t treat me like you mean it though
You say you love me, you should treat me like you mean it

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Thumbin’, thumbin’, carpal tunnel
A race when we runnin’ money
I pray so I know it’s comin’
I went to church every Sunday
Youngin slidin’ and punchin’
We gave ’em deals in the country
I make a bitch grab her scrunchie
Hundreds, hundreds on hundreds
Money, power, respect, respect can get you the money, the power takin’ you places
We land and speed to the telly, my pistol loaded, it’s dangerous
We got it, just gotta name it, umbrella out while it’s rainin’
They pay me, you know I’m comin’, the engine runnin’, it’s hummin’
She fuckin’ me, I got money, but tellin’ me that it’s deeper
Every day it’s a flex, it’s never cheaper to keep her
Get ’em clipped through a text, I’m never seen with the reaper
Closet full of some sneakers, wear ’em once, never see ’em
My old head still cookin’ on seven mile like Petey
Gettin’ seals for deals, should be feedin’ the needy
I only eat with the trill, cut him off if he greedy
I been workin’ hard my whole life to get it right
Add sugar and spice, we cut it for better price
Brand name immortal, it’s Wavy Gang for life
Rap with a double life, I’m really like Walter White
Hundred schemes, hundred nights
Hundred ways to get paid like my nigga Tez’d say
Bad bitch, she a boss, told her put her bread away (Bread away)
Me and you locked in, just don’t give my head away (My head away)
Me and Keisha best friends, but the boy on red today (Red today)
Nine hundred HP’s, I hopped in and sped away (Sped away)
At first the shit was worse, I had to find a better way
Better me, better thinkin’, Cuban links, we ain’t linkin’
Maybach, not a Lincoln Continental, confidential
Should I speak the gospel, nigga? It’s a scripture
Show and prove, niggas still hatin’ (Still hatin’), Scottie Pippen
The right price get a nigga wrapped (Get a nigga wrapped), I’m Egyptian
I’m official
Offsides, blow your whistle

[Verse 3: King Hendrick$]
Yeah
You ever dodged a drug raid, they just missed you? Yeah
You gotta write a hit before they come and get you, yeah
Politics as usual, what’s the issue? Yeah
I walk down these same streets you ride Benz on
The type of hustle that’ll never get you friend zoned (Never)
You see the Audemars bust, I take pride in it (I take pride)
I had a route and you niggas wouldn’t ride with me
I think it’s more to this life than the chump change
I gotta ball, man, I could’ve been a cum stain (Nah, really, man)
I lost some money in Detroit ‘fore my son came (On God)
I got my high beams on, I’m in that one lane
I smell Irish Spring soap and Aim toothpaste (Yeah)
The walls closin’ in remind me of my suitcase (My suitcase)
Man, I was broke when they came out with the cool greys
Savin’ ninety-nine cent up for a Tuesday (Popeye’s)
I pray you never get trapped in this dope hole (For real)
We born kings, they call us black, but we rose gold (Man)
The best seller is the nigga with the most sold
The greatest story ever told from an old soul
I got a Drac’ on me and I pray for more life (Uh)
You want a Birkin from me? You can’t even boil rice (Uh)
I end up askin’ my reflection, “Are you alright?” (Yeah)
Sometimes I’d rather bump my head than ask for your advice
I’m makin’ XXLs, now the mail colossal
A hundred million years from now, they’ll try to sell my fossil
I got the blood of Mansa Musa, was the plan elusive?
When it was already written in my family’s future
I talked to B about an M, that’s when I got to Q
I got an AP on, I dropped out of school
I want a mansion in the hills, you can’t block the view
I’m in the 911 coupe, it’s a hot pursuit
Hustle, my nigga, you could be where me and Ray at
It took a wild imagination just to say that
I plugged the microphone up in the Maybach
Just drive, I’ma show you where I used to stay at
Yeah, I told you that I took an L, you ain’t give me a call
I bounced back, more racks, we ain’t trippin’ at all
We dedicated, educated by the OGs
You know my clothes smelled sour ‘fore I sold weed
Ray, tell these niggas what we doing with the proceeds
It’s the mob, it’s the wave, bigger than you think
I build a raft, I got a map, is you gon’ swim or sink?

[Chorus: King Hendrick$]
I learned from your favorite rapper to be your favorite rapper (Figure that)
Learned from your favorite trapper to be your favorite trapper
Dive deep in that water, I didn’t know what to do
But somebody had to show ’em, had to show ’em the proof
Way more to dealin’ than just sellin’ dope
Way more to pimpin’ than just sellin’ hoes

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Babyface Ray – Wonderful Wayne & Jackie Boy Lyrics

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Wonderful Wayne & Jackie Boy
^{this track by Babyface Ray features Lil Durk}

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray & Lil Durk]
I swear I got it honest, think I got it from grandmama
I got Wayne in my blood, Jackie Boy about them dollars (Jackie Boy, yeah)
I was in the castle, packin’ boy up out that llama (In the castle, yeah)
Hot-ass nigga in the club with them gualas
Rack in the air, she gon’ twerk, oochie wally
Baby rock the mic’, she perform, no deposit (Yeah)
It was me and soda in a foreign at Erotic
Had them niggas sick about it, had that shit in chicken boxes (Beep)
Ten ball, twenty-five K, fifty thousand (Beep)
I’m with the fiends, slappin’ out the back, project housing (Fuck it)
I get lonely sittin’ at the top, niggas doubted (Yeah)
I sip drank, baby pop two yops, we too toxic (Yeah)
Sixty piece, barely had to move, I’m Klay Thompson (Bitch)
700 V2 OrthoLites, Kanye sponsor
I got caught, I ain’t tell ’em shit, call my mama (Uh-uh)
We playing street games, you know?
Ayy, what your mans on? (What he on?) Figure it out, niggas fans though (Bitch)
I did this verse with my chain on, it’s a dance song (Yeah)
Niggas not really who they say they is (What?)
Knock his shit off, Mr. Potato Head (Mr. Po— Yeah)
I’m in California smokin’ baby legs (Smokin’ baby legs)
I just paid a thousand for an eight of red (That drank)
Ray, you look like money, I just say we twins (That’s my twin)
You just got on them? Boy, you late as hell (Yeah, man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Fuck the state, tell ’em, “Suck my dick,” with your lil’ tellin’ ass (Yeah, yeah)
Trendsetter, it feel like I’m the one who can bring Pelle back (Go, go)
Bro ‘nem steal from me or snake me out, I’m bringin’ Melly back (Bitch)
Petty-ass ain’t fuck me like she said, ain’t get her belly wrap (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t beef with niggas on the net, that shit fed years
One opp that I hate from over there just got his head pierced (Brrah)
Lil’ bitch seen the drum hang out my pants, said it’s a Ferris wheel
I can’t cap, I got an awkward nod just off her head skills
I had paid the half for all the drank that I was sippin’ (Tax)
Five K for a pint, I robbed them back, so I ain’t trippin’ (Act’)
I think ’bout my brothers that I lost, I’m in my feelings (Gang)
It’s fucked up that I’d rather get revenge instead of millions (Come here)
Durkio, call me Shmurkio, then it’s personal (Personal)
She twerk for show, told me, “Don’t cum fast,” took a Perky though (Perky though)
A nigga asked me who I killed before, like, who you workin’ for (Who you workin’ for?)
Say my name for clout, but in them streets, they ass gon’ hurt you though (Pussy)
Told me they got an addy (Go, go)
Got location (Go, go)
Green light (Go, go, go, go, go)
Look on the news and see your son, you screamin’, “No, no” (Pussy)
And all them niggas hangin’ with ’em, if you know, you know

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Gang shit
Ayy, Babyface, this shit crazy right here
Ain’t gon’ lie

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Babyface Ray, Lil Durk, D-Bo, Jordan Fox, Inkredibeatz & Sharif (Producer)}}

^{Durk Derrick Banks, known professionally as Lil Durk, is an American rapper and singer from Chicago, Illinois. He is the lead member and founder of the collective and record label Only the Family.}

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Babyface Ray – Waves On Every Chain Lyrics

Babyface Ray Lyrics

Waves On Every Chain
^{this is a track by Babyface Ray}

[Intro]
(One of one, one of none)
(Wavy gang shit forever)
(I just need my space right now)

[Verse]
Make a top model pick the money off the floor
Keep my cup on some more, I’m a junkie, bitch, I know
Man, this shit ain’t fair, my homie jumpin’ on the dope
Trill nigga, ice on bill’, so she love me even more
Rockstar lifestyle beans, spend some ripped jeans
Life for me been normal, but they told me I’m a big thing
Two phones goin’, know it’s money if this bitch ring
Bet she pray to God, ain’t no runnin’ from this inf’ beam
Just threw it in her bag, I ain’t read the tag
Someone got two-thousand pills on a Neiman’s ad
‘Fore I’m pourin’ through the night, I’m just thinkin’ rad
Top dog, outlaw, yeah, I drink and drive
You can smell it in the air, taste it in my cup
Relationship kind of toxic, fell in love with drugs
Fell through with the mob, they ran out of ones
Stackin’ paper, couple watches, pass it to my sons
Then I know who love me and who don’t, I can feel this shit
It ain’t hard to put this shit on wax, ’cause I’m livin’ it
Smellin’ like my hobby and it’s us at the dealership
Come and ride with me for a day, so I can show you just how real it get
Always on meds for the pain, stand up, so I don’t feel this shit
I done been up, went down, got back and I’m still this shit
I was told the gang still the gang, never change, uh, never switch
Pops say pray, then I came, turnt it up, I feel heaven-sent
Shoes on gold, ain’t callin’ shit over, what’s that cheddar spit?
Tears in my eyes, ’cause I know some niggas died who ain’t ever live
For real, nigga
All music aside, you gon’ stand front line?
Or you gon’ fade away and try and run, go hide?
Gotta pay attention, enemies in disguise
Walkin’ in, sunrise, clocked in on the job
Shorty think she special, she ain’t even save
Play the cards you dealt, still ain’t show the space
‘Til I never had shit, top down in the Range
Still a fuckin’ fan, seen a pretty bitch wait
Come with me for the night, dreams come true
I just made her cum twice, tell your friend “Come too”
Hood riches, street gospel, givin’ gems to youth
Flockers walkin’ to the booth, where it’s all on the crew

[Outro]
(I just need my space right now) Yeah

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Babyface Ray – Rap Politics Lyrics

Babyface Ray Lyrics

Rap Politics
^{this is a track by Babyface Ray}

[Chorus]
I got ten black cars, at the venue
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

[Verse 1]
A hustler going corporate (For real)
Preparation prevent poor performance
Pray my karma, it don’t come back on my daughters
Ho say she lit up from them cribs, just bring some water
Labels sending deals, but I keep turning down they offers
It ain’t bout the money; can’t put that in my coffin
I got the clerk confused, I’m buying cups, no coffee
I’m the chosen one, frozen up
I did Hutch and Golden Sun
Got my coins up, like Temple Run
Must not know ’bout Yode run
Must not know ’bout Randy’s son
Wavy boy, the one who ran it up
Ain’t signing shit, ’til they put my family up (For real)
I won’t crack a smile until I’m puttin’ Grammy’s up
You just touched your first hunnid? That’s goin’ bad to us
You a friend of me, or enemy?
Don’t waste your time try adding me
Want these kicks, gotta wait a week
Custom Goyard baggage me
Sorry, but I’m fuckin’ fans, bad bitches keep taggin’ me
Old niggas, they’re sending threats to me ’cause they ain’t next to me
Bitch niggas, they think I owe them something but ain’t invest in me
They keep on talking twenty K, decline respectfully
Call my phone back-to-back, them Bamas got a check for me
You can tell I never had shit, I’m driving recklessly

[Chorus]
I got ten black cars, at the venue
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

[Verse 2]
From in these streets, to industry
Can’t let codeine finish me
Don’t let old friends that I cut off tell you that we’re enemies
All these hoes backstage tryna fuck, must think it’s ten of me
Diamonds flashing, boxes gettin’ wrapped up; I’m a Christmas tree
Rule number one, It ain’t no postin’, and ain’t no kissin’ me
Rule number two, don’t tell my business, that’s gon’ get you cut
Gotta watch my back, I sent the driver just to pick her up
Y’all know I’m a tipper, paid a thousand, just to get the cut
I just damn near set the club on fire, bottles lit it up
This shit ain’t for you, if you fall off and you can’t get back up (Yeah)
Lately, I ain’t gotta say too much, to get your bitch to fuck
Brodie I got flavors, for occasions, ‘Face, we kitted up (Yeah)
Thirty-somethin’ racks later, OD camp done did it up
Money low? Then get it up
Need a load? Come get with us
Hoes choose to swap it with my brodie, that ain’t shit to us
I’m in London, say she like my accent, got the sprinter stuck
Eating beans, keepin’ lean with me
Say she never seen fifty
My rich homeboy say how much to bring with him
I love that bitch, man, I can’t lie, but never seen with her
Got my jeans stuffed, this shit too much
Gon’ bust the seams in it

[Chorus]
I got ten black cars, at the venue
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

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Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg – Ron Artest Lyrics

Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg Lyrics

Ron Artest
^{this is a track by Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg}

He passed me the ball (Yeah)
He never passed me the ball
He passed me the ball (Yeah, you feel me)
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Niggas yellin’ from the stands, watch what you sayin’
Blowin’ peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Purp’)
Turn to a Warrior, put a dub on your head
You don’t wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a ‘vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doin’ top speed with my hands on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty-ass boy, why yo‘ pop so muddy? (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I ain’t trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can’t fuck with nobody (Uh-uh)
Dealin’ with heartbreak, I don’t love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (C’mon)
You ain’t gotta slip, blue kit one-fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn up with a bag, niggas turnin’ in gifty (Run)
Turn right around, I’m coming home wit it (I’m back)
It ain’t ’bout guap, don’t call my phone, nigga (Yeah)
Niggas real life dumb, I don’t get along with it
Prolly gon’ fuck if I’m left alone with her (Phew)
I just can’t pursue these rat-ass bitches ’cause they doing it for clout (Clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through window ’cause I’m runnin’ it up
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah (Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah)
I got mud in my ice tea (Got mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (Rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me (Heard these bitch wanna fight me)
Yeah, my bitches don’t excite me (Mm, get the fuck on)
Right now, I’m courtside like Spike Lee (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ rich off rap, man, life free (Man, life)
White lows, man I do ’em like twice a week (That’s nothin’)
Pillow-talk to a rat then try and speak (Man, boy), niggas weird
I’m fucked up, ate Perc’ now I’m cured (Ugh)
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas writin’ for a rap buzz, I don’t care (Why?)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back, I’ma champ (Ballin’)
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp’ (Ooh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain’t nobody else puttin’ mine on the map (Uh-uh)
Free P, I’ma hold it down ’til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin’, goin’ live in the trap (Yeah)
I got it right now, reportin’ live with the racks (It’s on me)
Ayy, free Ric, I’ma hold it down ’til he here
Fitty thousand on me, gettin’ head in the Lear'(Phew)
This the big jet, got a bed in the Lear’ (Big jet)
Baby goin’ crazy, me and Ced’ in the chair
4 Pockets Full and they ain’t CMG
Put the music to the sides, bitch, I’m signed to the streets (Streets)
I’ma grind’, stop bleed, never beg for what I need (Uh-uh)
Puppet dash strong, bitch, I’m lookin’ for the beans
Ayy, I just touched down, yeah I’m lookin’ for the lean (Yeah)
Callin’ for the work, send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got ’em made but they really double Gs (Gs)
You ain’t never ‘nough to fuck up a hundred Gs, nigga

Ayy, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed, still, I’m stressed out
Pssh, livin’ legend, I’m blessed now, ayy
Still goin’ through the trenches
Still yellin’, “Free my niggas”
Know she happy that I did it

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^{Dion Marquise Hayes, known professionally as 42 Dugg, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He is jointly signed to Lil Baby and Yo Gotti’s respective labels 4 Pockets Full and Collective Music Group, in conjunction with Interscope Records.}

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DDG – The Clinic Lyrics

DDG Lyrics

The Clinic
^{this track by DDG features Babyface Ray}

(TreOnTheBeat, yeah)

[DDG:]
I’ve been rich for a minute
I don’t ever no check no price, I just spend it
Bae, we can fuck up in this Maybach, ’cause it’s tinted
That Plan B not gon’ work, go to the clinic
She want my baby ’cause she knowin’ that I got it
I can’t be tied down, lil’ baby, I got options
I want that pussy, but I think she want my pockets
That pussy power, I’ma knock it out the socket

I got problems, I don’t know what I’ma drive today
I called my driver, told him, “Take me up a mile away”
We in the Maybach
If you wanna fuck with me, bae, just say that
I fuck as soon as I touch down, run that playback
Meet me at the hotel, not where I lay at
I’ma fly her to L.A. and take her to the beach
Exotic whips, I be fuckin’ on reclinin’ seats
I told her put the curtain up, if she wants some privacy
Rollin’ up exotics, ain’t nobody gettin’ high as me
I told her, “Smoke a blunt and pass it to me while you ridin’ me”
She kept on fuckin’ coughin’, she said “You too deep inside of me”
I’m a CEO, niggas really broke
Never stretch no bitches, nigga, I got plenty more
AR-59 in the sky, I do a hundred
DG on the dash, in the city, I be stuntin’
I can throw a slatt, run it back, or I could pun it
I could throw a pitch, get a hit, or I can bun it
Either way I’m winnin’
Spent six figures on my chain and my pendant
All checks clear, I don’t like when shit pendin’

I’ve been rich for a minute
I don’t ever no check no price, I just spend it
Bae, we can fuck up in this Maybach, ’cause it’s tinted
That Plan B not gon’ work, go to the clinic
She want my baby ’cause she knowin’ that I got it
I can’t be tied down, lil’ baby, I got options
I want that pussy, but I think she want my pockets
That pussy power, I’ma knock it out the socket

[Babyface Ray:]
That pussy fire, so you know I sent the payment (Woo)
She say she love me, never dated (Real)
First night, that was easy, heard you waited (Oh, yeah)
Life lit, boy, I’m Gucci, Radric Davis (Yeah)
Swervin’ up the large scooper in the squad
Rollie for the time and fashion from the vibe
Baby, be for real, I looked her in her eyes
You here for the check, you know I got a lot
Sex, money, and murder, I pop a Percy and hurt her
Look at us, the way we gangin’, ain’t know the bitch was a squirter (Gang)
Leave the shit on her face, no Plan B, no infertile
It’s fire, baby, and yeah, it’s from all this paper I’m burnin’, for real

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[Lyrics] » Trippie Redd – Captain Crunch | NobleLyrics

TRIP AT KNIGHT closes out with the Detroit-infused collaboration “Captain Crunch,” where Trippie Redd recruits three Detroiters.

A solo portion of the song was first teased on Trippie’s Instagram on August 13, 2020. The post’s caption revealed that the song was meant for Trippie’s fifth album TRIP AT KNIGHT, and eventually appeared in the tracklist one year later under the name “Captain Crunch”.

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“Captain Crunch”

(Trippie Redd)

featuring: Sada Baby, Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
Pussy nigga said he gon’ kill me
Hm, I don’t give a fuck, I’m gon’ die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (Up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil’ nigga, I don’t need no cuffs, nigga (Cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin’ and pimpin’ in that ‘Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (Dust, skrrt)
Takin’ all your shit, in my chain (Yeah), that’s Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (Yeah)
Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah), I’ma fuck wit’ ya

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don’t be reachin’ for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (Bitch)
Call this Backwood “Gang,” why? Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (That mop)
They don’t buy no drank from me, huh, ’cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
Fuck nigga, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch niggas (Nigga)
Every time we see y’all out, we eat, y’all niggas lunch menus (Y’all niggas lunch)
Eight of Wock’ in my cream soda (That Wock’), it ain’t no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon’ die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga
I’ll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink niggas won’t front me no more bags ’cause I be runnin’ off (Fuck ’em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi’ blown, yeah that’s a hundred ball (Yeah)
Fuck the stage, I ain’t doin’ no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga

[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Sada Baby, & Both]
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (Up, you know it’s up then)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya (Mm, yeah)
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Trippin’ off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz’ keep countin’ up blues (Okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin’ up to you (Bang)
Make a bitch gave me head, her and her friends, yeah, they ’bout to do it
If you ain’t got no bands, I’m just sayin’, don’t talk to me ’bout no music (Ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that’s lucrative, then make it back home, it’s secluded (Gang)
Up big five, shoot it (Gang), I’m big fire, boolin’ (Gang)
Tell a bitch, “Be quiet”, the rudest (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your ass up, mute it
My trap jumpin’, groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (Skuba), huh
Rackin’ it up, is you packin’ or what? Who baggin’ me up? The whoopers?
The apes, the shooters (Ha)
The Dracs, we use ’em (Ha), we hate computers (Ha, ha, ha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Babyface Ray]
Talk about them P’s (P’s), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, I ain’t drinkin’ no Tris (Nah), I don’t fuck with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga, I ain’t touchin’ yo’ bitch (Mm-mm)
I’m humble, I ain’t soft, nigga, have yo’ ass go blitz (Go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (Everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Actavis, baby, I’m sippin’ red (Yeah), got my advance from dealin’ meds (Got my advance from dealin’)
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (Yeah), trappin’ ain’t dead, these niggas scared (That’s crazy)
Yeah, my niggas trained to go
Fuck my bitch, fuck my bitch best friend, I’ma just blame the dope
Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can’t believe they let me in the game skeetin’ a famous ho (Famous ho)
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don’t do chains with ropes (Mm-mm)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Babyface Ray]
Talk about them P’s (P’s, facts, nigga), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Tris, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your bitch ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at ya (Bah)

Michael Lamar White II, known professionally as Trippie Redd, is an American rapper and singer-songwriter. He is one of the most prominent members of the SoundCloud rap scene, which gained mainstream acclaim in the late 2010s.

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