Ray Charles

Im drippin', it’s wet on the floor
Im Christian, don’t got no Dior
Designer shit, I can’t afford
Nike outfit, like I’m playin' sports
Rockin' this Nike I gotta just do it
My fit ain’t pricy, but I’m rocking' cool shit
In college, don’t like it, but still Im a student
Got bros in the trap, in the streets I ain’t stupid
Don’t got no strap on me, I ain’t no shooter
Don’t give no dap to me, I never knew you
These hoes used to nap on me, swear they was snoozin'
Now it’s all backwards, I’m pickin' and choosin'
Throwin' that ass, I be grippin' hr booty
She sit in my lap, and her hips keep on movin'
Of course I can rap, I b rippin' right thru it
Im spittin' facts, it’s no cap in my music
Im running laps
Running thru hoes, like a running back
She just went ghost, but she coming back
I seen this befo', she don’t know how to act
Told me to hit the road like I was Jack