[Intro]
All these niggas talkin' ’bout right this and right that
And he ain't workin' hard enough and
All this other shit he talkin’ 'bout
Soldado
Changin' the style and we want that 2OUTH2ID3 shit back, and
This nigga, man, he ain't really rappin' like he used to
Shit, man, let's go
[Verse]
When I was 13, I jumped off the porch, I ain't have no guidance
You run around, you can't run a torch, use one in silence
Everything I got back then was from force, I had to fire
These pussy niggas ain’t ball in my court, I had to blind ’em
My sister stuck in them streets, shit, I was stuck in them streets
I told her ass she had to calm down 'cause one day we gon’ eat
I told her ass to just chill out like the VV's on my teeth
I told her depend on me, I got pigs flyin', Drew Brees
I think 12 watchin' my lines, I think 12 watchin’ gang signs (Fuck 'em)
Toochie ass got the nine on him, he'll shoot your ass in your spine
Got a coolant kit on that .223, that scope on it FaceTime
Got a ruler stick with that Glock on me, that's rearranging your mind
That money clip'll put the drums on you, make a nigga feel the baseline
If I'm lyin' then I'm flyin', right now I'm ten toes down
Them pistols have you dyin', I'm big dawg in my town
These bitches always cryin', I only want that mouth
Okay, let me get back to that topic
Y'all niggas know I'm the hottest
I'm the one that got his city poppin'
Man, this rap shit was an option and then I started get deposits
Every city I'm in, I'm popular, y'all niggas don't get acknowledged
Every bitch I'm with, I'm droppin' her if she ain't got no mileage
I'm dressed up with no stylist, got a hundred racks with no college
That little rat got a thunder cat, time to fuck her and her mama
Got a new watch like what is that? That presidential, Obama
If the bitch bad, need a sponsor
I dress the pussy in commas
I bought her tits and that donkey
She had her shakin' that monkey
Now my living room is a stick-up room, lookin' like LIV on Monday
Or maybe did I mean Sunday?
Well fuck it, we all got money
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' like this, y'all niggas can't live like this
Y'all niggas ain't touchin' no chips, y'all niggas ain't fuck no bad bitch
Y'all niggas ain't get no hoes, y'all niggas ain't got no goals
Y'all niggas, y'all get exposed, she fuckin', that's how it go
Y'all niggas still cuffin' on bitches, y'all niggas ain't gettin' no minutes
We Astros in the last inning, my niggas be steady winning
My label is independent, that mean I touch all the digits
That mean I get all the listens, I ice my team, no Lipton
I'm killin' it, OJ Simpson, my benjamins always crippin'
Givenchy got me drippin', Versaces got me trippin'
I'm runnin' 'round with the chi-chi, I'm livin' like I'm in Paris
These bitches, they talkin' 'bout, "Oui, oui"
Fuck her once and then I repeat
Cartiers on my frames, I don't think these niggas can see me
Livin' life like I'm Drake, like KiKi, do you love me?
I'm up next, I couldn't wait, all you other niggas can cheerlead
My diamonds punctuate and they speaking clearly
They want me to hit my brakes, but I'm cruisin' in a ten-speed
I had to do what it takes, I think they really hear me
I separated from snakes unless it's on my Gucci
Got disco on my face, my wrist is lookin' groovy
No Cisco on my chain, can't do no platinum jewelry
Got Citgo in my veins, I'm smokin' on that Louis
Your bitch screamin' my name, I hit her with the two-piece
I teenaged all my chains, they need to go to juvie
Stop it, just drop it, like who is he?
Who is me? Crash Rarri
Dash Rarri, Dash Rarri
I go, it go skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
