Royal Rumble Lil Yachty (Ft. Babyface Ray, DC2Trill, Icewear Vezzo, KrispyLife Kidd, Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike)
[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Fuckin' with these bitch ass outsiders, man
Fuck 'em, look
Look, look
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints, it's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school, I was so defiant
Bored as hell, I think me and my bitch finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain't no running from a nigga slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun, the only time I talk to judge
Fucked a bitch, I saw her on TV, but it's not The Grudge
Nigga so tough in them skinnies, button 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer, but I call this bitch a silencer 'cause when I shoot this bitch at this nigga, bet the nigga hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hmm)
Why would I fuck on bro bitch, my bitch better, yeah, off her bikini
Shit, smoke on a nigga like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery (Yeah)
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Done wearing the big B's, I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a bitch wig off like, "Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw-dogged your baby mama, what you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water don't make it bad, it can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour, ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot, I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a dick sucker
How the fuck you gon' keep sliding and not hit nothing?
If a nigga in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My bitch got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I fucked her and like six cousins
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Fuckin' with these bitch ass outsiders, man
Fuck 'em, look
Look, look
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints, it's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school, I was so defiant
Bored as hell, I think me and my bitch finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain't no running from a nigga slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun, the only time I talk to judge
Fucked a bitch, I saw her on TV, but it's not The Grudge
Nigga so tough in them skinnies, button 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer, but I call this bitch a silencer 'cause when I shoot this bitch at this nigga, bet the nigga hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hmm)
Why would I fuck on bro bitch, my bitch better, yeah, off her bikini
Shit, smoke on a nigga like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery (Yeah)
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Done wearing the big B's, I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a bitch wig off like, "Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw-dogged your baby mama, what you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water don't make it bad, it can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour, ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot, I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a dick sucker
How the fuck you gon' keep sliding and not hit nothing?
If a nigga in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My bitch got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I fucked her and like six cousins
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