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Raygun Video (MV)




Performed By: Basha
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Andrew Samaan




Basha - Raygun Lyrics




Uh, yeah, I don't see no problem

Uh, yeah, I don't see no problems
Whole team on fire, we poppin'
Losin' is never an option
I'm on my way with the Drake
And I got some Graham's like it's Aubrey
Flip it and count up the profit

I ride around with the thing tucked
Pack-a-punch that bitch, look like a ray gun
I got shooters that stay in they sanctions
And I got a deep pocket of Franklins
Shawty picked up on the vibe
Told me she's sick of your lies
Want a real man and a life
But I just want bands, not a wife
I book a trip, take a flight

I got a fo' do', shawty want photos
Oh no, I got some mo' hoes
Can't let my hoes know, they loco
Shit, I'ma ride solo, I'ma ride dolo
I can't afford a slip now
There's too much I'm goin for
Now they ain't bout shit, I'm bout action
I catch them outside when they lackin'
I don't f*ck with snakes and them leeches
I stay with the hammer, I'm packin'
I stay with the blicky (stay with the blicky)
Ride with the heater (ride with the heater)
I feel so rude, my apologies
I really think that you should meet her
Different country, different currency
Offer the blunt just for courtesy
I'm tryna live to eternity
So I keep a blick for emergency
I've been in G's since a nursery
Feel like it's my anniversary
Get to the Gwala so urgently
Blue and green bills for diversity
Heard of me, I'd get the paper for certainly

I ride around with the thing tucked
Pack-a-punch that bitch, look like a ray gun
I got shooters that stay in they sanctions
And I got a deep pocket of Franklins
Shawty picked up on the vibe
Told me she's sick of your lies
Want a real man and a life
But I just want bands, not a wife
I book a trip, take a flight
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Uh, yeah, I don't see no problem

Uh, yeah, I don't see no problems
Whole team on fire, we poppin'
Losin' is never an option
I'm on my way with the Drake
And I got some Graham's like it's Aubrey
Flip it and count up the profit

I ride around with the thing tucked
Pack-a-punch that bitch, look like a ray gun
I got shooters that stay in they sanctions
And I got a deep pocket of Franklins
Shawty picked up on the vibe
Told me she's sick of your lies
Want a real man and a life
But I just want bands, not a wife
I book a trip, take a flight

I got a fo' do', shawty want photos
Oh no, I got some mo' hoes
Can't let my hoes know, they loco
Shit, I'ma ride solo, I'ma ride dolo
I can't afford a slip now
There's too much I'm goin for
Now they ain't bout shit, I'm bout action
I catch them outside when they lackin'
I don't f*ck with snakes and them leeches
I stay with the hammer, I'm packin'
I stay with the blicky (stay with the blicky)
Ride with the heater (ride with the heater)
I feel so rude, my apologies
I really think that you should meet her
Different country, different currency
Offer the blunt just for courtesy
I'm tryna live to eternity
So I keep a blick for emergency
I've been in G's since a nursery
Feel like it's my anniversary
Get to the Gwala so urgently
Blue and green bills for diversity
Heard of me, I'd get the paper for certainly

I ride around with the thing tucked
Pack-a-punch that bitch, look like a ray gun
I got shooters that stay in they sanctions
And I got a deep pocket of Franklins
Shawty picked up on the vibe
Told me she's sick of your lies
Want a real man and a life
But I just want bands, not a wife
I book a trip, take a flight
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Writer: Andrew Samaan
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