Everything G Perico, DJ Drama & RJmrLA
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[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout out to RJ
On your mark
DJ Drama
[Verse 1: G Perico]
I want everything I got comin'
If it's love, if it's beef, if it's money
Real success, like a chef, choppin' onions
These niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'
I'm international, ratchet, irrational
Finally said, "Fuck it," that's just somethin' that I had to do
Turnin' up the clique, that's just somethin' that I had to prove
Back against the wall, it was nothin' that I had to lose
Niggas from the pen callin' in, "G, do your shit"
In my European super high off of [?]
Millionaire, so I got me a trigger man
All these rappers gettin' killed, I can't let 'em kill the bag
I ain't have a dad, so I looked up to that nigga bad
At thirteen I was covered up in blue rags
In '23 all I'm goin' for is blue bags
The opportunity is slim, so I gotta move fast
[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
Man, don't talk to me about no misdemeanor (Yo, what we talkin' 'bout?)
Every whip I pull out John Cena (Big body)
How you got him showin' up with no Subpoena? (On the mud)
How you got a drinkin' baby? She a breather
Shout out to RJ
On your mark
DJ Drama
[Verse 1: G Perico]
I want everything I got comin'
If it's love, if it's beef, if it's money
Real success, like a chef, choppin' onions
These niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'
I'm international, ratchet, irrational
Finally said, "Fuck it," that's just somethin' that I had to do
Turnin' up the clique, that's just somethin' that I had to prove
Back against the wall, it was nothin' that I had to lose
Niggas from the pen callin' in, "G, do your shit"
In my European super high off of [?]
Millionaire, so I got me a trigger man
All these rappers gettin' killed, I can't let 'em kill the bag
I ain't have a dad, so I looked up to that nigga bad
At thirteen I was covered up in blue rags
In '23 all I'm goin' for is blue bags
The opportunity is slim, so I gotta move fast
[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
Man, don't talk to me about no misdemeanor (Yo, what we talkin' 'bout?)
Every whip I pull out John Cena (Big body)
How you got him showin' up with no Subpoena? (On the mud)
How you got a drinkin' baby? She a breather
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