[Intro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) [Verse] I got blick on me And another nigga bitch on me How ironic cuz my nigga Quan be my rich homie Find the coach on your team send the blitz on em You gon' get your ass swissed if it's cheese on you I bang the 23 just like Bron right in front the neighbors Bullets get in the side of his head like he getting tapered It's only right I play that Jonboi on my way to Capers Be on top with my money I ain't got patience 12 run my name, they gon' take me down to the station Niggas hatin, they bitches waiting Freak bitches just told me put my dick in anus But I ain't еven do it My dick got soft And I made her chеw it You don't see me with that bitch no more then I probably blew it You better get some funds Had my blick make a beat cuz it got a drum This bitch breath stank, so I bought her gum This weed strong as hell, shit got a punch How ironic that his name Punch Had my niggas hit your hat while I'm eating lunch I'm at IHOP at 4 so I'm eating brunch You know you gon' fail tryna pull a stunt Have my money up front I can't even front Ain't gotta watch that back door I'm coming through the front He kept making jokes, now that nigga Runtz Pretty bitch and she got that junk in the trunk Leave a nigga stankin on the street like a fuckin skunk Send a flyin' bald head like I fuck with monks To make this shit I got here take you a couple months Or damn near a year Makin' plays in Cleveland like a Cavalier Fuck what you heard, I'll send bullets flying past your ear Bitch you don't know me, tell the truth I probably met you at Truth Probably begging me can you bring your friends in the booth In this bitch actin loose He can't duck when I tap this nigga head call em goose I'm known for giving fades like I'm Boosie Dog sing to these hoes call em Toosie Got a clip long enough to shoot a fuckin movie Catch an opp, roll em up in the loose leaf I played the white tee off the Guccis Probably why this white bitch tryna give me coochie I took the heart away like YFN Lucci One transaction Wood taste so good damn near didn't pass it Caught an opp, couldn't shoot that nigga I guess he in passive Treat an opp like dirty clothes, throw em in the basket Walk around with a nigga taxes Dog don't really got no pape for real, he just cappin I might could get you what you need, it depends who is askin' On stage turnt like a rockstar Nah for real I'm just geeked off the Wockhardt
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