Half & Half (feat. Babyface Ray & Veeze) Video (MV)

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?
F*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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