Babyface Ray – Netflix & Chill

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[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse]

Baby, I can’t Netflix and chill, I’m still in motion
Think about the homies that I lost, I get emotional
When you scream and kick, think a lion was in the motor
Seen my uncle run through books daily with no diploma
Pretty bitch, bend her over, petty, can’t be around us
I’ma buy the bar and pass out shots until they vomit
I been gettin’ money, protect the energy like Wakanda
Never landin’ gang, I’m in the plane without a pilot
365, every day count
CEO Wavy Gang, live from the lake house
Can’t believe you put our bitch away, she tryna break out (Come on)
Got her walkin’ through the penthouse naked, nothin’ but a tank top
Yeah, get your rank up, nah, get your bank up
You know when it come to the fam, I’ll take a pay cut
A5 Jap’ wagyu, look how the steak cut
Leanin’ hard, bendin’ corners geeked, the Forgis scraped up
“Yeah, Face, you the one,” yeah, I know, ain’t gotta tell me shit
I’ll come get ’em, wrap ’em, take ’em, bro, don’t mail me shit
Nigga almost lost his fuckin’ life for tryna sell me hit
Pussy nigga caught me with his ho and tried to tell my bitch
Luxury trappin’, never seen a nigga work a scale in Rick
If I leave the game, will they love me? Damn, I feel like Mitch
Rockstar, fuck, paint her face, damn, I feel like Kiss
Fuck a soda, caviar sippin’, smell it when I piss
Yeah, seekin’ better days
I was goin’ through some shit, that’s when the blessin’ came
I got some killers love me to death, don’t even say my name
The paint was forty, base two hundred, can’t even get in my lane
These niggas claimin’ that they players, don’t even get in the game
I take a few sips, pop me a Perky before I get on the stage
These niggas act like they be wild when all the pits in the cage (Oh, yeah)
I go courtside with a cup and bad bitch when the Pistons playin’ (Turnt)
My old-head rent a van, no stash, brick in hand
Hit the lights, know he ran, hit a corner, toss it back
Runnin’ out of money, nope, male me get lots of cash
Zombie ’cause I’m feelin’ masked, Chrome Heart, dump the bag
Shake his hand, play cool with him, then rock his ass
Got the same drop Tommy had, when they ask, I laugh
Tesla got my nigga geekin’ bad in somebody grass
Freaky mama told his lil’ ass tomorrow to try again
Yeah
My biggest goal was go and buy a Benz, now it’s me and twin
We were cruisin’ in the fuckin’ winter, they don’t understand
Put a box on the newest Gen, hit you and your friend (Yeah, frr, go)
My biggest sin was goin’ to do some shit to try to feed my kid
I repent, but I do not regret, I’d do that shit again
Pillow talkin’ ’cause you smashed the rat, we did that shit as kids
We went up in dreads, hopped on PJ, did that shit at LIV
I hop on the bike to catch the sales, CJ sendin’ drills
Five minutes ’til we hit the top, bae, pull down your pants
2025 Maybach, he fresh out the feds
I’m at Aston Martin, couldn’t tote a head, I hop out a sled
Nasty bitch think I’m gon’ fuck on her period, I keep runnin’ reds
I keep one up top, call him Top ’cause he hit nothin’ but head
Wavin’ ES7, now I’m BO42 in France
Iced up like my nigga Veeze
Can’t be fuckin’ with dusty fam
Jumped the curb and scratched the Lam’
I’m shiftin’ to another ‘Vette
How much for them leather pants?
Bitch, you know that’s your advance
How many niggas got a mil’ in cash?
Let me see a show of hands
I stayed patient, got a line, I’ll give you a kit if you blow my mind
Catch me at Rolling Loud, sprayin’ codeine on the crowd
Old soul forever live, Earl Swim, ponied down
Maybach in the Coney line, it’s just me and this pole of mine
For my niggas, hold it down, tell my bitch and police lies
They out the kitchen, stove too hot, plottin’ on me, I hope you not

[Outro]

Yeah
Know what the fuck goin’ on
Mob
Still sippin’, never trippin’, nigga