Directors Cut ft. Big Drizzle Lyrics

Big motherfuckin' drizzle, nigga

Ray get a camera, this about to be a spike lead

All black Amiris, OGs in a white tee

Cut a nigga neck for the check, no Nikes

Niggas upset cause they can't flow like me

Niggas so icy, I'm having motion like Gucci

I'm proud of my sneakers, they Louie

Opps tryna do me, leave em on the news

27-six-two while I'm yelling free Lucci

Never been a trick, all I get is free coochie

Why I pay for the P when she can pay for the D

Thinkin' from Miami how I stay with the heat

Threw away the PS3 just to play in the streets

Used to get it straight from Cali cause the pay was for cheap

Niggas unbalanced, gotta pray for the weak

Blue dollars probably got us eating steak for a week

Birthday in the Bay, smoking cake on the beach

Let him play, no wait, he gon' lay where he speak

For real, had to take me a breather

Good on the drink, got paints by the liter

First trap, house, fish tank in the freezer

On a broke ass stove, tryna make me some Ether

Drizzle

Ooh, look who they sent in

Ray Gama the Hitman

Business is business

Worked on my fitness

Sculpting my ridges

Get out your feelings nigga

Glock got extensions

Soul caliber rounds

Stick size is Siegfried

Penetrate thin skin

Like noodles it's instant

If her body ain't ran through

Morals with values

Throat deep like my art

Then that's gon' be my lil yea yeaaa

I'm a different breed of knowledge

Keep a different one like Sokka

So if you see the boss beside me

Then they metal gear solid

Sweat that toxic out my body

Purify my mental psyche

Pass me the sticks, I'ma beat em till they quick

Moving propane, I'm the king of the hill

Gamma go off like switch

Dunking on niggas like my MacGlung in the gym

Passing these niggas Aaron Donald with the swim

Views go up when I share and hit send

Really I'm him, Gamma

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Sup Drizzle

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