Half & Half ft. Babyface Ray & Veeze Lyrics

What up, Face?

Uh-huh,

Only out for that Pred,

McQueen scarf on my head

They be rubbin' thru my dreads,

while we swoonpin' up bread

Hitting spots, sellin' work,

Yeah, we jugg hard, we hood stars,

Whatchu ain't know?

Hey, Face, shoot me to the sto,

Whatchu tryna po'

Like a six, we could do that

Out West, groovin' in Cali, I would do that

Dope air, exclusive as hell, off the crew neck

72-hour trap, cashin', bringin' loot back

And creepin' or gangbangin' when I'm askin' where them blues at

New hunnids in my denim, yeah I'm tryna spend it

Whatchu' got? Come on with it, gotta be a golden ticket

Pull up, ain't a dollar short, dat boy 'bout his business

Whatchu' pay for that piece?

All blood money, pay my jeweler five, tens, and twenties, all drug money

These niggas be purpin', takin' pictures with the plug money

Blockin' your blessings, runnin' off, you ain't got no money

Only out for them dead prezzies

I ain't bust down this watch,

just a plain prezzie

Your bitch call me daddy, but she call you petty

Broke as hell, actin' tight, 'bout that lil' fetty

We was broke, now my niggas heavy

Catch us disrespectin' foreigns, started from a Chevy

Nigga, I don't need a Soul if I use the Navi

Quick to bust 'em out the wrapper put 'em in a baggie

Shit, nigga lied to my face, now how could you?

Fuck a lifetime, plugged for crumbs, now why would you?

Smellin' like Bond number nine, it's a nine in my hoodie

Seven-hour drive, me and five smokin' cookie

Nigga, you might run into a plug if you book me

Ten thousand on your head, I had my nigga in your bushes

Devil on my back, I got my head straight

Get it out the booth or catch a Fed case

Sizzlin' plates, we eatin' great

Took her on a date, fuck her first night, I ain't gotta wait

Street niggas and killers, I deal with pape

Camouflage bait with the masks in the kitchen, bakin' cakes

I ain't doin' no shows, I'm in your state

I run through the bag, when they get low

yo, they come and swap and shake

I'm just blessed that we eatin', I say my grace

I don't know about niggas, but it's a process

I'm weedin' out the snakes

Only out for them dead prezzies

I ain't bust down this watch,

just a plain prezzie

Your bitch call me daddy, but she call you petty

Broke as hell, actin' tight, 'bout that lil' fetty

We was broke, now my niggas heavy

Catch us disrespectin' foreigns, started from a Chevy

Nigga, I don't need a Soul if I use the Navi

Quick to bust 'em out the wrapper put 'em in a baggage

I got six hoes piled up in a caddy

Got like fifteen bose in a brand new Navi

Why you worry about the price, you ain't gon' come and grab it

Got the police pissed in traffic, they can't catch the charlie

When you bust it off the rapper, they be soft like satin

When I fuck her, she be bustin' and be callin' naggin'

You can catch me in the kitchen, say I whip like granny

Kick your door and pick your kids up like the fuckin' nanny

Bitches wanna have my children, wanna start a family

I'm drivin' real light rose petals 'cause I ain't romantic

And a nigga ain't gotta fuck with me, that's fine and dandy

I got B.O., I got wavy niggas, that's like my family

A nigga try B.O. or the wavy, he gon' hide his family

I'll hit your block, forget about it, pop a zanny

I got blue money, pink money, cotton candy

I told Nina what the dick, guess the Glock a tranny

Only out for them dead prezzies

I ain't bust down this watch,

just a plain prezzie

Your bitch call me daddy, but she call you petty

Broke as hell, actin' tight, 'bout that lil' fetty

We was broke, now my niggas heavy

Catch us disrespectin' foreigns, started from a Chevy

Nigga, I don't need a Soul if I use the Navi

Quick to bust 'em out the wrapper put 'em in a baggie