Babyface Ray - Foreva lyrics

[Intro] (Topside) Codeine cowboy, ni**a, codeine cowboy Yeah, yeah Like John Wayne is and sh*t Billy the Kid Babyface Gunner (We gon' get money forever) You motherfu*kin' right Already Yeah, ayy [Verse] Prada low-top (Low) Gucci flipflops (Gucci) My side side b*tch man chillin' with the opps (Ooh, she hurt) Before I buy a b*tch a bag, I send her with a lot I could've got a brick of yeah, I went and got a watch I made Live from the House, I was chillin' in the Knox (No cap) My life real, I'ma get a ni**a knocked (Shut the fu*k up) Knock on wood, my young ni**as, they ridе with woods (Brrt) Put a ni**a in the grass like Tiger Woods (Hе outta here) Put some ni**as on your ass, press him like I'm Suge (Go get that ni**a) Dreams of the NBA, I live a life of thug (Ballin') In here six deep, but we'll buy the club (Yeah) Don't come in my section, you ain't got a dub (Broke-ass ni**a) FaceTimin' Poody with the blueprint (Family) He told me turn up, fu*k that cool sh*t (Cool world) That AR with the stock look like a pool stick (Juice WRLD) Took off on a plane and took a Xanny stick Jump out at the function, b*tches screamin' and they panickin' (What up, though?) I heard you ran it up, but now it's vanishin' (sh*t gone now) b*tch, we up forever, never landin', shh (Forever) I'm litty, got her drippin' like a candlestick Hell yeah, I'm payin' for the damages In all cash, lil' ni**a, I ain't with that scammin' sh*t (Uh-uh) You a dirty lil' boy like my family is (Like my pops) He say, "Ray done hit my b*tch, I ain't a fan of his" (Boss) My b*tch ain't in Chanel, but her sandals is (But her sandals is) You say it's all there, well, let me scale it then (Let me scale that sh*t) New Gelato 41, you can tell it is Bustin' out the bag, you can smell the sh*t