Ray Vaughn – Not Allowed Lyrics

Ray Vaughn Not Allowed Lyrics, Not Allowed Lyrics by Ray Vaughn

All that sucka shit is not allowed
Niggas talkin’ loud but I can’t hear ’em through the crowd
If it’s precipitation I’m gon’ send ’em to the clouds
Why the fuck you talking about then when this is now
I’m a Top Dawg nigga, I don’t listen to meows
This a comic book pistol, when I hit you it say “POW!”
From the city by the sea, LB, not a pound
From a block full of babies, make ’em see the ultrasound (Top Dawg)
I get collect calls, press 5 on ’em
When it come to bitches I got five of ’em
Had to stop being broke ’cause you could die from it
Shit, my pop’s name Ricky he gon’ die runnin’
Never play it safe, bitch I’mma slide something
[?] with my new bitch, I been thigh rubbin’
Havin’ sex in my Rolex, cause my time comin’
I go incognito ‘fore I let a bitch hide something
I’m a walking cheat code, turn a nun to a freak hoe
Been blunt like a pre-roll, I’m the neighborhood hero
It’s funny how I got all this drive and back in the day I got repo’d
Help I got, nigga, zero, and I do it big like fee-fo
Tell my bitch I cheat too (cheat too)
Good sex had me in relationships that I ain’t agree to
Nigga, I’m toxic as ever
Wish I had a girlfriend, ’cause I ain’t get a PS5
Death hittin’ us left and right, God please protect me and mines

Yeah I’m rich in spirit ain’t no way I’m gon’ die broke
I just bought a crib in the neighborhood with the white folks
That’s Givenchy, I spent $1,500 on my coat
Ain’t got enough money to argue I don’t fight bro (I don’t fight bro)

Real come from the heart and not your pockets
I done made friends with the monsters in my closet
Fuck a tee-shirt, turn you to a trending topic (hey, HEY!)
Check my peephole ’cause the devil always knockin’, aye
In the jungle gotta learn to walk with apes, all heroes don’t walk with capes
It’s head start, we was taught to race, see the headshot throw his thoughts away
Juicy nigga when we concentrate, momma cryin’ when she saw his face
The truth is only one call away, none of us celebratin’ Father’s Day
We gon’ pop a nigga, I done pulled up in a ghost, Phantom of the Opera, nigga
[?] felonies on my own, I ain’t never flocked with niggas
Yeah I skated even though the ice broke, [?] walkin’ on the tightrope, ain’t no way that I’mma die broke

Yeah I’m rich in spirit ain’t no way I’m gon’ die broke