Intro lyrics

by

Lil Cray


(Intro)
Remember days when I was broke
& just me and my n*gga Reese
He said "Cray you gotta rap and so this money you can see"
Now damn my n*gga locked, I'm a turn up just for Reese
Cuz I know if I was locked he a turn up just for me
On a 100-17 that's where I met my n*gga h...? On a 100-17 thats where I met my n*gga keef?
Boosie Boosie thats my brother and I know that he going shoot, Boosie know that I'm a shooter and he ain't even gotta shoot, I've been poppin' so much molly, you can call me Mr. Flames and they call me big Cray sa.....? b*tch I came to change the game, n*ggas hatin' on a n*gga they don't wanna see me on, they don't wanna see a n*gga put his momma in a home but

(Hook)
I hadda tell my momma I'm a hustle til' we on, momma know that I'm a grind til' she ain't gotta move a bone
Dont be playin' with the ...? Yeah, yeah , don't be playin with the ...?

When I first tried that molly mane that sh*t that turn me up, fell in love with that flame, I can never get enough
Girl you know I came to f*ck, you ain't trynna give it up, b*tch you lucky that you got me you don't wanna press your luck and I swear that I hustle hard , do this sh*t for all my n*ggas, get that grammy for my granny, gotta buy my momma beamer
I'm still serving like serinia, play with ra....? Like serninas? So much green I might go greeming, I can't take your ass to greenland, b*tch a tour g from England and my plug don't speak no English , they say "Cray need to stop trappin' .. What the f*ck you thinkin'? And I swear my money talkin' benjis always end up preaching, n*ggas think it's sweet like Reeses, we going leave his ass in pieces , I just smoked a big 50 that sh*t put me in my zone, mix that Zan with that Trone, that sh*t always got me gone, if that b*tch Dont get to choosin' then I might take her home, I'm a let her give me brain til' I'm f*ckin' mind blown

(Hook)

I hadda tell my momma I'm a hustle til' we on, momma know that I'm a grind til' she ain't gotta move a bone, feeling like a pizzeria , don't be playing with the dope , you ain't callin' bout the paper don't be playin' on my phone , Cray ballin' with no basketball , I've been ballin' hard, shooter shootin like a shootin guard don't need no bodyguard , shawty girl she gon' suck me up til' she get lock jaw, drop them draws like a bathroom star, then panties waterfall, I got all this b*tches choosin' hard they use to brush me up , I was locked behind the burglary Bars , for hoppin' in them cars, 12 took me down , I took ..........??? But I just brush it off , payed my dudes to be ...? To be a boss , b*tch I'm Rick Ross ... ?????? What that molly bout ? Got that ass from her momma , let's see your mommy bout , Lil Cray he gon' for her out and gon' turn her out , you ain't talkin' What that money bout , then I gotta bounce , free my brother Robby Flames from the chain game , told me n*gga when he get out he gon' get a chain and I told my twin Reese I'm a buy sack of rings , every time we on the phone I tell em' ? Ain't the same , even with all this f*ckin' fame , I could never change , LTB til' I'm 6 feet , I can never change , I'm just playin with the dope , yeah yeah I'm just playin' with the dope

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