Bo Rippy - WAY Lyrics

Hey
This vibe, this wave
Lets ride this way
Hop up, get strapped
Lets rock this game
My aim so straight
I hit yo brain
From miles and miles and miles away
I don't reach I get
I don't weave, I hit
I don't need yo shit
I'mma leave my scent, in this game

Tell em what it is and what it ain't
I'm the man up in the spot
And I'm rollin' with the shots
And I'm blowin' thru the blocks
That they throwin' my way, cause my way don't stop
And this phase ain't a phase so y'all can phase that off
Mothaf*ckas tryna bite my grind with that talk
But I ain't with no talk (uh)

I get straight to it
The game straight crooked
But I'mma straight do it
Made my own movement
Now we straight movin'
The gate done opened so I'm floodin' with music
That's no cap

This the time, this the place (this vibe, this wave)
You gon' find me with pen and a pad
'Til it break
And this goes way way way back
Way back in them days, shit
Man I made my first song for I had my first chick
Tryna make a mil for I have my first kid
I aint lookin for a deal, I'm just lookin' for some bliss
I aint lookin for a deal, I'm just lookin' for some bliss
Huh
Yea
Ain't nothin' realer
I'mma ice cold killer on the beat
Man I got it turned up, I can feel it thru my feet
Lemme get me warmed up, and I mma get ya out ya seat
This that old good feelin that we feel is outta reach
I'mma bring it on back, while you rap along with me
I aint even think about it, I just feel it through my stream
In my veins while my brain and my soul settiin free

Man its all native
What I'm doing right here
Yea its bo baby, no the coast aint clear
Man I'm kickin down doors puttin smoke in the air
While I'm sortin thru game and theres trash everywhere
Its time to mop it up
Its time to mop it up
Matter fact, put a tent on this bitch
Let's just fumigate garbage up
And light it up
Let it blow, let the smoke go
No we don't want that stuff, No
We want change
Want to renovate, need to innovate the game
The games comin' down
Like the rain
But the sun comin' on out
And I'm soakin' in the rays

Babygirl wucha thank
How the world gone insane
And the rich sit back with a smile on they face
I won't ever f*ckin' get it
How they livin' every day
With exclusions of a few
Shoutout to LBJ