Ray Lewis

Ayo

Ayo

All my handguns hold thirty

Shootin' out the Bimmer i8, did him dirty

Mixin' Dom Perignon with Ace when I'm thirsty

Got expensive taste, gorilla heads on the jersey, that's BAPE

Gettin' bricks for way cheaper, no middleman

Gatling on the G5 Wagen, barrel spinnin' like a ceiling fan (Grrt)

If life is cards, I want the dealer's hands

I'm used to dealin' grams, wrappin' bricks, Vaseline on the Saran

You couldn't understand unless you took the stand

In these low-top Raf's, ****, you trash

We're from the have-nots

My man killed my man for cash, still got his blood on the bag

Kick your door for a foreign, 4 in the mornin', catch you snorin'

Wave the four at everybody that's important

My youngin started snortin', you know what that mean

Thirty bodies in thirty days, we had to earn our name

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Look

We like Magic and Kareem (Uh-huh)

Bust the brick out the plastic and set it on the beam

Flygod ski mask, my jacket was Supreme

I said fuck your favorite rapper, that's exactly what I mean, pussy

My lil' head buster strap was in his jeans

Snort a fifty and get to whackin' everything if I green-light it

Homie, ain't nothin' 'bout me make believe (Nah)

Two .380 ACPs in the APCs ('Kay)

Nobody fuckin' with me and West

Don C Mets, Play Cloth tee, misplaced checks (Woo)

I'm Peyton Manning with a minute left

My woe got a dub, he said he ain't get life, so he feelin' blessed (I feel you, ****)

I've been a threat, watch these fuck **** scurry off (Huh?)

Shootin' like Klay Thompson when Curry off (Brrt)

****, go 'head and play stupid, the K's shootin' ('Kay)

Knock your fuckin' helmet off like Ray Lewis

Yeah