Lyrics Bubble - Ray Luv

Get up, get up, haha
This yo' nigga, young Ray Luv
Back in yo' motherfuckin' face, you know
Haha, the lay crew
No mo' trouble, just tryna bubble
And this goes out to my son
Baby I.E., wassup boy?

I was a hustler that's thick as straight love in the game
Always meant to be a player, but the Luv in my name
Who put the hustle in the shelves? I guess my daddy's to blame
'Cause if it made skillah, there weren't no shame in this game
But let me go player, caught up in the fortune and fame
Thinkin' when I'm gone will they still remember my name?
Straight soldier, stay that this here 'til it's over
Old folks laughin', tellin' my daddy that I'm never sober

Why don't you understand I'm just tryna feed my baby?
I'm goin' crazy, none of you fools can thank me
You tryna save me, sometimes I feel the love is gone
There I go, out the door to get my hustle up
Dreams of platinum, rap after rap, bun right back to back
While I hustle stack for stack
Callin' the crows, the game puts me into trouble
Forever, huh, I'ma struggle 'til I buckle

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good
I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple
Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)
(You gon' pop like a pimple)

BG turf OG, go, not that old
He went from Zena to Bows, collects the stars and goes
Diesel out with the game, we're like 4Gs, ain't no tears
Just beer poured for my homies
A ghetto star, ever hood and turf know it
Haters want me, but trick them suckers, 'slong as the set got love for me
I'm linked up to the fullest, so you better think long term
Before you come at me with some bullshit

The feds is crackin' down like Coolwits
And niggas comin' for me, so when I smoke I keep a full clip
I just wanna get richer
So when you look at success, I'm the bigger you seein' in the picture
The B-I-G, E double D, I eat spaghetti
You konw me already, nigga with the long fetti
Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag
No time to 'lax, stuffin' hunnids in the heavy bags

The local rollers for the battle, I'ma holla Trump, cause inflation
Move the organisation to Seattle
Called my up-north connection, he said I got it sold up in Seattle
We be judges in the next election
I have a ticket to Asebs tonight
Ready to get it on 'fore I'm gone on the next flight
Oh yo, nigga out the rubble
Out to get my money, oh nigga watch my bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good
I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple
Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)
(You gon' pop like a pimple)

My chances gettin' a trillion, I'm in the wind as I'm hustlin'
Straight automatic, focal side in traffic, so I'm doublin'
'Cause all I really wanted was a piece of the reason
Bust so heavy in this gilet
I can't hide, wild skis I've got on the Glock
Heard 'em moanin', I play this poppin', I'm bubblin' major
Just 19 years old, I'm freezin' gold feeder for paper
You ain't know I'ma young BG from the cage
Soakin' game from my older cousin
Convinced a grad, tell I'm ballin', you thought I wasn't

Tryna keep my focus with the daily bomb
But I get the locus, swear to God I got more straight keys, my calm
Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola
So do the gypsy twist, the hocus-pocus, A1, oh la
JNF fool that's tryna stop my hustle
It'll be a 211, 1A7
Young Drey is destined to bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good
I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple
Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)
(You gon' pop like a pimple)

So much fatty, I'm feelin' hunnid
Every episode I be lookin' for my face on the most wanted
Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould
A king peer on the run, nigga, like Jessie Edwards
Never knowin' which one of these suckers callin' themselves a minus
Gotta be pumped up, that spinage, wanna put a hot one in her
Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner
But granny I just wanna make you proud of me and be a winner

Get outta this shit before I fade out, doin' bad
Go legit before I'm layed out on a slab
Who say we can't be hard and still smart?
Who say I gotta go out to the peer or that county moor?
Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'
Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen
In it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish
A big baller, goin' out to the book, beginners

But these player haters known to be snitches and haters
Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Biggie, yes, the greatest
Little homies keep writin', I'ma put five grand on a lawyer
Big Eddie records got a business liscense
Rumour has it that my young nigga's out there jackin'
Oh you ain't know my sign of soldiers, now we goin' platinum
I found my route up out the trouble
Out to get my money, oh nigga watch my bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good
I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple
Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)
(You gon' pop like a pimple)

For the 1995
Straight tryna bubble...