I Do Li Rye

[Intro]
AJ, what you cookin'?

[Chorus]
Havin’ this shit for real, got dog shit stuffed in my pocket
But in my stomach, ain't nothin’ but lean and pills
Never hopped out, caught a body, ain't think about it
You don't know how murder feel
I been thuggin’ since 17, you stupid bitch, I been on plenty drills
That bag'll get yo' mama killed
Them niggas might not want smoke but, bitch, I do
Oh, that's your partner, you ridin’ with him?
I don't give a fuck, bitch, you can die too
We hit they block, you dyin’ with him
No, I don't spare shit whenever I shoot
Walk down just to get up on you
That Drac’ rip chunks from out his head
Make nigga shit soft like some tofu

[Verse 1]
This a metal switch, thought I stretched the bitch
If he try to run, I bet I’ll hawk him down with this new .556
Fully auto sticks, I'm ridin’ with shit that can rip through a brick
Hit him in his shit, they closed his face, his ass gon' need a stitch
That boy got lost and found so when they found him, his ass had a stench
Keep a tool in the car, smokin’ on opps, I'm ridin’ ‘round with a wrеnch
Belt to ass, if he ain't get body baggеd, we sat his ass on the bench
Man, fuck all that, where the percs at?
I'm tired of talkin’ ‘bout these hoe ass niggas