Set It Off (feat. Babyface Ray)

I ain't gone lie, this one for you, baby

I fell in love with everything you do, baby

You want some Valentino, Jimmy Choo, baby?

I got these **** in their feelings, I'm going too crazy

I'm the boss man with the game plan

Shout out to my Four-Five, that's my main mans

****, it don't make sense if it don't make bands

Fuck the paperwork, my word good, let's shake hands

FMB, TAG, bitch, we a empire

A **** swing on me, I bet my mans fire

And we all move at night like some vampires

All a **** hear is shots and police sirens

This the real me, you feel me?

****, fuck this rap shit, yeah, I'm still me

Keep a couple hitters with me, you can't kill me

A **** play around with me, shit gone get real deep

I make one phone call, and spray the whole street

I just got that one call, they say that low's sweet

A thousand pack in one day, fuck a whole week

Them pros get her pussy wet, just like a slow leak

So cheap, she had to cut you off, said you was so weak

You're not me, I roll the 20s on me, this shit sloppy

A **** made a killing down the way off them rocks

I get in lot of new relationships with them knoxes

A **** made a killing down the way off them oranges

We touch down, I throw my hands up, 'cause we scoring

**** hate to see me in the club, I'm like Jordan

I'm balling, money falling on them, liquor pouring

Big bands taking up space, bitch, I'm hoarding

Fuck, nah, swiper, no swiper, I'm like Dora

Take a bad bitch to the suite then record her

Wake up, drop her ass off, then ignore her

I'ma keep it real, free my **** 80's

We was in this shit for real, dropping 6's out of seals

If it was slavery, then I would still be in the field

You a house ****

When I rap, hustlers get the chills

75 south with the low to the hills

With no hands

Bags shaking self, while I chill

Put a half on it, extra pros, and it's kill

I'ma keep my foot on the gas till a mill

I'ma keep my hands in the street 'cause I gotta do it

Ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah

OGs, give me my respect, I know what I'm doing

You ain't never got hit with a bag, and you gotta move it

Set it off