[Intro]
(Neil goin' nonstop)
(Samba Beats)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' nigga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I ain't never got nothin' less than a ten on me
But this ain't no Hi-Point, this FN on me
I took a picture on they block, I should've pissed on it (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, 'Miri jeans, Rick Owens (Huh?)
Pulled up on they block, I ain't see no pits on the street
Man, these niggas broke as hell, hits goin' for cheap
They say they gon' kill me, but I'm still on my feet
A lot of them dead, a couple still walkin' weak (Huh?)
[Verse 2: CRASH RARRI]
You gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
Blicky on me, can't walk in your club unless my section in
Hickeys on me, go below the belt, I'm not affectionate
Put it on me, dress a car compressor, this shit cost a Benz
See the snakes around me, got Medusa on my fuckin' lens
My bitch cool as hell, she real as hell, but I'm gon' fuck her friends
I can pay your rent for what I spent if you just twerk and bend
Out here rollin' dubs just like I'm Snoop, but this ain't juice and gin
Oh, yeah, I'm RARRI, baby
I got baguetties 'round my neck, look like Bacardis, baby
I'm out here crushin' on these whores, that's called a Charlie, baby
They seasick tryna ride my wave, these niggas gnarly, baby
Pistol in the party, baby
(Neil goin' nonstop)
(Samba Beats)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' nigga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I ain't never got nothin' less than a ten on me
But this ain't no Hi-Point, this FN on me
I took a picture on they block, I should've pissed on it (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, 'Miri jeans, Rick Owens (Huh?)
Pulled up on they block, I ain't see no pits on the street
Man, these niggas broke as hell, hits goin' for cheap
They say they gon' kill me, but I'm still on my feet
A lot of them dead, a couple still walkin' weak (Huh?)
[Verse 2: CRASH RARRI]
You gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
Blicky on me, can't walk in your club unless my section in
Hickeys on me, go below the belt, I'm not affectionate
Put it on me, dress a car compressor, this shit cost a Benz
See the snakes around me, got Medusa on my fuckin' lens
My bitch cool as hell, she real as hell, but I'm gon' fuck her friends
I can pay your rent for what I spent if you just twerk and bend
Out here rollin' dubs just like I'm Snoop, but this ain't juice and gin
Oh, yeah, I'm RARRI, baby
I got baguetties 'round my neck, look like Bacardis, baby
I'm out here crushin' on these whores, that's called a Charlie, baby
They seasick tryna ride my wave, these niggas gnarly, baby
Pistol in the party, baby
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