[Intro]
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
(Ayy, [?], man, run that shit)
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
[Verse]
Diamonds on me bustin', yeah, that water
I know what I'm worth, so it's fuck a nigga offer
I'm a freaky fat nigga tryna fuck a nigga daughter
Yeah, I came from the trenches, I'ma fuck her on the water
Catch me hangin' out the back seat bustin' out the Charger
I'll leave a bitch quick, no, I don't like to argue
We are not the same, you a rapper, I'm an artist
Damn, I think I need some lean bad, shit, I just farted
Yeah, that's the withdrawals
Nigga pulled up with some green, got me pissed off
I been rappin' since a pup, now I'm a big dog
Four-forty-еight, boy, another hundred pack shipped off
Diamonds on mе dancin' hard, nigga, criss-cross
He stuck his head in my business, got it ripped off
I'm in the booth wired up like I hit soft
I poured a cup, that bitch was gone before tipoff
Ain't no talkin' 'bout no bars 'cause I'm crazy with it
I tote a hundred rounds or better 'cause I'm lazy with it
One day, fuck, I think I hit a baby with it
Where I'm from, you know, they call that shit babysittin'
I know she got a lot of hoes, I'm her favorite nigga
Shit, the streets and the rap both pay me, nigga
'94 baby with the mind of an eighties nigga
You niggas really in the way, man, I hate you niggas, I'll paint you niggas
But if I do that then I'm doin' time
I let you trick me off the street, what a fool am I
I had to pull the trigger first, it was do or die
Off-White biker pants came true to size
B22s off the Prada and Givenchy
I get pape', if you get pape', holler if you hear me
I can't wait until that day I charge a nigga sixty
We don't believe shit you say, kinda like it's Ripley's
Pocket full of dog shit, I got a diaper with me
And don't make no sudden moves, I got a sniper with me
Make a nigga smoke his 'Wood, I got a lighter with me
And today I'm fresh as hell, brought a pilot with me
I done drunk so much Wock', I got iron kidneys
My manager'll pop a nigga, ayy, Ayler, get him
Nigga, fuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna price a Bentley
I sold a nigga a case of Wock' but the pints was empty
Okay, my tape just dropped, you know prices shifty
When it come to put my city on, nigga, I am committed
I can't leave the streets alone, niggas like the friction
I'll knock a ho out, I be fightin' bitches
Deadstock 12s on, nigga, Flu Game
I'm that nigga bringin' guns to a hoop game
Dog shit in my pocket left a pooch stank
I'll do you bad by my brothers, nigga, Wu-Tang
I got a bag full of old hundreds, put the new ones up
Pop a nigga head and got his bitch, that's a two-for-one
Made her suck dick, she said, "I don't usually do this stuff"
Shot my kids all down her throat, made her chew it up
It's only two sides, you or us
Today, I brought all the Glocks out and put the Rugers up
I think I calmed down a bit, I don't shoot as much
Still'll pop a nigga from the three, I got shooters' touch
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
(Ayy, [?], man, run that shit)
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
[Verse]
Diamonds on me bustin', yeah, that water
I know what I'm worth, so it's fuck a nigga offer
I'm a freaky fat nigga tryna fuck a nigga daughter
Yeah, I came from the trenches, I'ma fuck her on the water
Catch me hangin' out the back seat bustin' out the Charger
I'll leave a bitch quick, no, I don't like to argue
We are not the same, you a rapper, I'm an artist
Damn, I think I need some lean bad, shit, I just farted
Yeah, that's the withdrawals
Nigga pulled up with some green, got me pissed off
I been rappin' since a pup, now I'm a big dog
Four-forty-еight, boy, another hundred pack shipped off
Diamonds on mе dancin' hard, nigga, criss-cross
He stuck his head in my business, got it ripped off
I'm in the booth wired up like I hit soft
I poured a cup, that bitch was gone before tipoff
Ain't no talkin' 'bout no bars 'cause I'm crazy with it
I tote a hundred rounds or better 'cause I'm lazy with it
One day, fuck, I think I hit a baby with it
Where I'm from, you know, they call that shit babysittin'
I know she got a lot of hoes, I'm her favorite nigga
Shit, the streets and the rap both pay me, nigga
'94 baby with the mind of an eighties nigga
You niggas really in the way, man, I hate you niggas, I'll paint you niggas
But if I do that then I'm doin' time
I let you trick me off the street, what a fool am I
I had to pull the trigger first, it was do or die
Off-White biker pants came true to size
B22s off the Prada and Givenchy
I get pape', if you get pape', holler if you hear me
I can't wait until that day I charge a nigga sixty
We don't believe shit you say, kinda like it's Ripley's
Pocket full of dog shit, I got a diaper with me
And don't make no sudden moves, I got a sniper with me
Make a nigga smoke his 'Wood, I got a lighter with me
And today I'm fresh as hell, brought a pilot with me
I done drunk so much Wock', I got iron kidneys
My manager'll pop a nigga, ayy, Ayler, get him
Nigga, fuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna price a Bentley
I sold a nigga a case of Wock' but the pints was empty
Okay, my tape just dropped, you know prices shifty
When it come to put my city on, nigga, I am committed
I can't leave the streets alone, niggas like the friction
I'll knock a ho out, I be fightin' bitches
Deadstock 12s on, nigga, Flu Game
I'm that nigga bringin' guns to a hoop game
Dog shit in my pocket left a pooch stank
I'll do you bad by my brothers, nigga, Wu-Tang
I got a bag full of old hundreds, put the new ones up
Pop a nigga head and got his bitch, that's a two-for-one
Made her suck dick, she said, "I don't usually do this stuff"
Shot my kids all down her throat, made her chew it up
It's only two sides, you or us
Today, I brought all the Glocks out and put the Rugers up
I think I calmed down a bit, I don't shoot as much
Still'll pop a nigga from the three, I got shooters' touch
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