Testo Shy Kid - Babyface Ray

Shy Kid

Yeah
The game might never change
These bitches fuckin for money
Them drugs drownin' my youngin’s
They only talkin' bout murders
I’m pacing all through the house
I’m trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made them myself
I need a fridge just for the syrup
Was a shy kid lately I been blinded by the lights
I’ll buy a bitch I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as shit, I thumb it once I gotta thumb it twice
Shawty 5'6 and super bad I’m fuckin' her for life
Let me pause and cover all the bets before I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I’m not her type
Man I’m five G’s in I’m just here to get a bite
She think she pressing me for check but she don’t know I’m living life
I did a feature for a 50 ain’t do shit but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib but ain’t forget to bring the ice (Wock)
International sorry fool I’m not local
Say play the cards you’re dealt so I treat shit like poker
I’m out in London right now they treating me like Billy Ocean
My first time seein' yay was with my uncle Carl on Stopel
I took that lil bitch body and re-did it like a old school
I’m the prime example of what real niggas motion
Why you look surprised I went to get like I told you
Took a red seal and had to split it I’m Moses
Yeah
The game might never change
These bitches fuckin for money
Them drugs drownin' my youngin’s
They only talkin' bout murders
I’m pacing all through the house
I’m trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made them myself
I need a fridge for the syrup
Was a loverboy until this lil bitch came and broke my heart
I got a hunnid bad bitches fighting for me play your part
I’m in Louis V spazzing think I need a shopping cart
I hop out and take a picture of it like the way she arch
Mr. Thugging out the corner suite, I pay the smoking fee
It be hard to feel these hoes cause I’m not a wannabe
Bitch you know your man want a feature stop recording me
I’m in Ace of Spades put on a show these hoes applaud me
Money on my mind while I’m counting up shit it be hard to sleep
Say I stressed her out it’s hard to eat because she can’t talk to me
Yeah
The game might never change
These bitches fuckin for money
Them drugs drownin' my youngin’s
They only talkin' bout murders
I’m pacing all through the house
I’m trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made them myself
I need a fridge for the syrup