[Intro]
Kohl
Honestly, I Can't Stand You
[Chorus: RIP ETERNAL]
I walk in the spot, you looking confused
I'm so paranoid off this gas but I keep playing it cool
And this bitch basic, keep on talking, she think that I'm rude
All my life they turned they back so that's my attitude
[Verse 1: RIP ETERNAL & Rx Papi]
Give a fuck 'bout this money it's easy to make for me
He keep flexing those diamonds that shit lookin' fake to me
You gave us a laugh that's why we ain't make you leave
You can stay along for a feat
If I see his ass then I'm making him bleed
Leave him on the street, we taking your— (Real RX)
[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
Walk in this bitch and I pour me a deuce
Take it easy, baby girl, be cool
Pap move kinda slow off the boot
Wocky on the floor and on my jewels
They told me I should get into my groove
Cup down, hit 'em with the moves
Who the fuck is that? I don't know dude
Glock mix a nigga like Pro Tools
Shorty wanna wear my money rag
I'm on my hundredth blunt of this fuckin' gas
Cartier's hide the fact that my eyes closed
No thigh pads but it look like my thighs swole
They lookin' for me, there I go
In the Audi 40 dodgin' potholes
Glock in my hand like a G.I. Joe
Off rip, told Rip I let it blow
First nigga in this bitch to make wrong movement
That's the first nigga I'm shootin'
Glock kick like [?]
AP white like both my Cubans
I'm paranoid, the weed calmin' me down
Drac sound like Waka Flocka sounds
Grrrt, baow, boom, blaow
Nigga try Pap, it's a man down
Kohl
Honestly, I Can't Stand You
[Chorus: RIP ETERNAL]
I walk in the spot, you looking confused
I'm so paranoid off this gas but I keep playing it cool
And this bitch basic, keep on talking, she think that I'm rude
All my life they turned they back so that's my attitude
[Verse 1: RIP ETERNAL & Rx Papi]
Give a fuck 'bout this money it's easy to make for me
He keep flexing those diamonds that shit lookin' fake to me
You gave us a laugh that's why we ain't make you leave
You can stay along for a feat
If I see his ass then I'm making him bleed
Leave him on the street, we taking your— (Real RX)
[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
Walk in this bitch and I pour me a deuce
Take it easy, baby girl, be cool
Pap move kinda slow off the boot
Wocky on the floor and on my jewels
They told me I should get into my groove
Cup down, hit 'em with the moves
Who the fuck is that? I don't know dude
Glock mix a nigga like Pro Tools
Shorty wanna wear my money rag
I'm on my hundredth blunt of this fuckin' gas
Cartier's hide the fact that my eyes closed
No thigh pads but it look like my thighs swole
They lookin' for me, there I go
In the Audi 40 dodgin' potholes
Glock in my hand like a G.I. Joe
Off rip, told Rip I let it blow
First nigga in this bitch to make wrong movement
That's the first nigga I'm shootin'
Glock kick like [?]
AP white like both my Cubans
I'm paranoid, the weed calmin' me down
Drac sound like Waka Flocka sounds
Grrrt, baow, boom, blaow
Nigga try Pap, it's a man down
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