Ray Lewis Tackles Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit that shit Sosa

We in the stu like 4deep

Shit ight come on

We in the stu like 4deep rollin' fantastic

Get the pounds, wrap em in plastic

We strike down like the talons

I'm in the meeting, they tryna pay me for my talents

I told Quis life all about balance

Left my old bitch she was used to the average

2XX den did it, they can't even fathom

At the White House screamin' Weed Lives Matter

Cup full of green, call bro Mad Hatter

Takin' these buds, break them down to the atoms

Stay with my family like I'm with the Adams

My blunts hit like Ray Lewis Tackles

Giving em facts like I'm opening to snapples

Made my house a booth, I'm not your regular rapper

Run Dave Run like Le'Veon Bell

Not eatin' that pussy, that bitch got a smell

Locked in with my team like bunkies in jail

How you flex on the gram but you Owen Terrell

I did some shit that might let land me in hell

Your bitch treat me like the holy grail

I got fallen angels, how can I fail

I keep the scripts like Christian Bale

Took some shit out his pack, bro, couldn't even tell

Shit, come on

Took some shit out his pack, bro, couldn't even tell

I told Sosa, give me a beat with a bell

I stay with my cup like sponge and the snail

Ohh, Now it's time to switch the flow

Can't sneak in the trap, we got guards at the door

Yeah, I got some streams, but I want some more

Smart nigga, but I made it off the drugs like Dope

When I get to the top, I'ma cut off the rope

2XX x 4LA, put my guys through the door

Sick nigga putting lean in root beer floats

I got fans everywhere from coast to coast

Got all the power, I ain't go to Chute

I'm killin' these beats, it's murder she wrote

We in the stu like four deep

Come on

We in the stu like four deep

Rolling fantastic, get the pounds, wrap em in plastic

We strike down like the talons

I'm inna meeting, they tryna pay me for my talent

I told Quis, life all about balance

Left my old bitch, she was used to the average

2XX den did it, they can't even fathom

At the White House, screaming, Weed Lives Matter

Cup full of green, call bro Mad Hatter

Taking these buds, break them down to the atoms

Stay with my family like I'm with the Addams

My blunts hit like Ray Lewis Tackles

Givin' em facts like I'm opening snapples

Made my house a booth, I'm not your regular rapper

Shit

Not your regular rapper

My blunts hit like Ray Lewis titles

Shit

Come on