Word - Ryan Cali

Yeah

I like this

Old school baby

Yaw

Yaw

Ey

Word is born, I be back in the booth

On my old school shit, need a track or a loop

You ain’t gone do shit, go get back in your coupe

You a grown man bitch with a hat and a suit

Three, two, one, one time for the bassline

I don’t count sheeps, motherfucker I don’t waste time

32 inches on point be my waste line

She don’t wanna meet but she always wanna Facetime

Long ass legs, tight body and her face fine

If I taste hers maybe she would wanna taste mine

Baby tell me what your safe line

We can have a play date, have a little play time

But she always wanna label it

Talk around the pie when we could be out there making it

Lets do it babygirl, tell me what’s holding you back

I take a hundred out the wallet and I fold it in half

Make a paper plane, throw it fuck the paper man

Still I’m out there chasing man, haters what I’m facing man

Made this shit my own, what you think champ

Ain’t stopping till they put me with NORE up on Drink Champs

Wanna go down as a legend

That’s why I’m always stressing, always tired under pressure

But I guess that’s what I chose, I don’t have to

I just need something for me, something to grab to

Coming with that fake, motherfucker I will slap you

Step right in front of my mike and I will blast you

Real quick, cooking that shit, serving that fast food

Real dish, licking your lips, don’t let it pass you

Smoke weed, put on the system, gotta relax to

Good music, lyrics of wisdom, brought a Six-Pack too

Sip that, sit on the couch, I make you kick back

Spit that, letting it out, he got the big gat, click clack

Gun on my back, yo where the sense at

This that, foot on the gas, put em in last

Cock back, let it go fast, they never last

Don’t believe the hype cause they don’t know what they doing

But I’m here with the knowledge and I’m finally recruiting

I go stupid with the new shit like I knew It and produced it

I be fluent with the music, lock me up and take the key

Cause after I’m done the’ll be nothing after me

See em coming after me but I don’t take em seriously

I got a lotta lyrics in me, I’m the realest you have seen

Yo check the style, I ain’t sounding like none of ya

Word to my mother ya, came to get butter ya

Ride for a brother dog, my loyalty first

Been through the same shit, stuck, knowing it hurts

Lotta disloyal suckers out hoping the worse

I’m a keep on coming, I be showing my thirst, word