[Chorus: RG Simba]
Cartier watch on my wrist when I post on the bricks, I be bringin' them racks out (Racks out)
These niggas actin' like they wanna rumble, they get in that ring, and they tap out (Tap out)
How you gon' kill me? You can't see me coming, you know that Mercedes is blacked out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit from the back and she black out
Foot on they neck, run it up 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Baby, I'm lit now, suck it (Suck it)
They ask what you rep, you better not duck it (Yeah)
Know what I rep, I yell it in public (Yeah)
Don't want your ho, that bitch is busted (Sim Dot)
Time I leave, frrt, load it up, bust it
The hammer on me (Frrt), can't touch this (Yeah)
I found out he tellin' and I was disgustеd
Hi Level shit, bitch, we ball with no budgеt (Hi Level)
[Verse 1: RG Simba]
Ain't conversin' with niggas, I'm runnin' up hundreds (Money)
If I got an issue, it's gettin' confronted ('Fronted)
Ain't gotta prove shit 'cause I already done it (I did it)
I'm thuggin' for real, I'ma take what it come with
This dick in her guts, she gon' take it, no runnin' (No runnin')
Can miss me with that, keep that fake shit, don't want it (Don't want it)
Hop out with that— frrt, he runnin', he jumpin'
I hit from the front, she yellin', she cummin' (She cummin')
Grove Street nigga, I'm really a jailbird (Yeah)
Before I see Heaven, I might go to Hell first (Damn)
I'm really a king, these lil' niggas is helpers (Helper)
He seen that fast shit, he tried run, but he fell first (Baow)
The whole county hatin', so that's why we pack Glocks (Glocks)
I lost my nigga when I was on max block
Slipped up, he was drunk, we left him out back cocked (Back cocked)
And we rich forever, gon' die when the cash stop (Yeah)
Cartier watch on my wrist when I post on the bricks, I be bringin' them racks out (Racks out)
These niggas actin' like they wanna rumble, they get in that ring, and they tap out (Tap out)
How you gon' kill me? You can't see me coming, you know that Mercedes is blacked out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit from the back and she black out
Foot on they neck, run it up 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Baby, I'm lit now, suck it (Suck it)
They ask what you rep, you better not duck it (Yeah)
Know what I rep, I yell it in public (Yeah)
Don't want your ho, that bitch is busted (Sim Dot)
Time I leave, frrt, load it up, bust it
The hammer on me (Frrt), can't touch this (Yeah)
I found out he tellin' and I was disgustеd
Hi Level shit, bitch, we ball with no budgеt (Hi Level)
[Verse 1: RG Simba]
Ain't conversin' with niggas, I'm runnin' up hundreds (Money)
If I got an issue, it's gettin' confronted ('Fronted)
Ain't gotta prove shit 'cause I already done it (I did it)
I'm thuggin' for real, I'ma take what it come with
This dick in her guts, she gon' take it, no runnin' (No runnin')
Can miss me with that, keep that fake shit, don't want it (Don't want it)
Hop out with that— frrt, he runnin', he jumpin'
I hit from the front, she yellin', she cummin' (She cummin')
Grove Street nigga, I'm really a jailbird (Yeah)
Before I see Heaven, I might go to Hell first (Damn)
I'm really a king, these lil' niggas is helpers (Helper)
He seen that fast shit, he tried run, but he fell first (Baow)
The whole county hatin', so that's why we pack Glocks (Glocks)
I lost my nigga when I was on max block
Slipped up, he was drunk, we left him out back cocked (Back cocked)
And we rich forever, gon' die when the cash stop (Yeah)
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