Ray Charles

I might hit your line when I'm bored (Yeah)

If you hit up mine, I ignore (Yeah)

Talkin' to you started to feel like a chore (Yeah)

Don't got the heart to talk to you no more (Shit)

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 rockin' 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' her booty

She sit in my lap, and her hips keep on movin'

Of course I can rap, I be 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

Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm)

No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm)

Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm)

No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm)

Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

No time to discuss, I don't give no fucks

I just ran it up, if it's up, then it's stuck

Im in Milwaukee, I want me a buck

I don't do no talkin', so shut the fuck up

Find you a leprechaun, you outta luck

Your necks what I'm steppin' on, ain't lettin' up

This bitch a Decepticon, Im in my prime

Like Optimus, imma just cop me a ride

Hell yeah you fine, but you can't get inside

Im done being friendly this ending tonight

A fifth of the Hennessy mess up my sight

I mix it with lemonade, maybe with Sprite

This night either ending in sex or a fight

(Shit, with sex or a fight)

Shorty get left if you ain't gon' get right

(You can get left or get right)

Im more than she can handle, she keeps playin' all my songs

I flipped thru 47 Channels, ain't a damn thing on!

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

Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm)

No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm)

Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm)

No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)

And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm)

Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)