RayD - Basement Cypher lyrics

[RayD] What's good? It's RayD I got my boy, Roe... this is the cypher Kick it Let's go, uh Lemme, drop that beat for ya I'm not a producer though I use ya, I'll use your ho And then I'll slap her On the corner, then I dap her And then I'm doing it like I get a tap shoe And then I tap you, then I'm gonna tap your b**h And then I'm doing it because you know I like to switch Up the beat when I'm kickin' it Cause you know I'm so hitched Cause you know I'm doing it I hitched your truck to my f**ing.. thumb, whats good I don't know, I'm dumb, and I'm chillin' in the hood With my boy Roe, ye he's from that Brayfield My last name's Braithwaite but he's not that lame He's, kneeling to the floor Praying down to Mary and I don't even know How to go, let's go I'm doing it, check out my flow I screwin' it To the door, cause I broke it the other day I kicked it, I was pissed off, it was kinda flay Wait, I got the filet fish, then I ate it Kanye, where you at, yo you ain't even In the grave yet, b**h Cause I'm doing it, I kick it I'm doing it because my penis just keeps on getting thickened And I don't even know, I'm chinnin' and I'm grinnin' And I'm doing it, Im' chillin', yo, f**in' You spinnin' [Roe] Listen When it come talk to me, it's over And b**h, come over here like a four-leaf clover They don't know what's coming next And b**h, I'm good luck They coming up to me and b**h, I go full Ruck I go full buck I come on this beat, I come and full up You don't know 'bout me yet You don't know 'bout me and my vest And the sh**, I rocking Eagles with my Desert Eagles And b**hin', coming with me They don't know about the run in with the G's I'm running with the ski's I'm running with the B's And they don't know what's going on b**h, I rock the T's And I'll rock my own swag, and not in anybody else's But doing my own sh**, b**h I had to belt it And had to hit it with the one time And say, hey you wanna come over here for one rhyme You can spit it, and you can get it You can come to me girl, as long as it's wet, and And you don't know what's good, what's next, b**h I'm shivering, like what's next with the best going with my vest And rocking up my chest They just dancing up, limping like what's next They don't know what's going on, b**h But I'm on, b**h And I'm sipping that patron, b**h They don't know about me getting that money And rolling all the trees, and getting all them honeys And they just don't know about all those freestyles And top of the dome, that's me style And that's for me, and that's for a while I'm smoking weed, and b**h don't know my style They don't know about the Led Zeppelin's And smoking weed, yup, and this is 'til the end And they just coming with me, and my friend And this guy over here, ride or die 'til the end Uh, we too sick, out