RJ always tripping man
RJ always tripping
If you set tripping
why you in Chiraq on Lil' Steve
He gon' take you to the East
to meet Skuba Steve
fuck you mean put
him on his fucking knees
bust his head
Know I'm on a bunch of lean
huh bunch of red
Huh huh on Lil' Steve
On gang
Ayy
Deebo Lotti
he ain't got no bodies
them boys ain't sliding
He ain't 'bout it
he won't hurt nobody
plus that boy ain't solid
You know I got it
make me up this chopper
show you how we rocking
He see my beard
make that boy step back
Skuba ain't no Rocket
Jab step
make that n###a buckle
they gon' think we hooping
Got this Draco
from my custo uncle
he don't even use it
He done sold it
to the right young n###a
you know I'ma shoot it
Get to pressing
n###as timidating n###as
with this music
Get to stretching
n###as capitating n###as
with this Uzi
You stuck your neck out
for the wrong n###as
now you 'bout to lose it
Now you half dead
now you bleeding out
you losing fluid
I got twin choppers
look like Bin Laden
they congruent
If they send
Sada I'ma end
oppers with this Ruger
You a cock
blocker your bitch dick
sucking how you do it
You be acting out
you know them clips around
this ain't no movie
You a lame ass broke
plain dressing ass goofy
Still got on drip
when I load my shit
I just bought a brick
I'm talking shit
I'm a walking lick
still I'll off a bitch
I'm off them grits
and on Percocets
they say that don't mix
But I'm legit
I'll plead the Fifth
and shoot you with the six
Load your strap
then put one up top
you know we gon' ride
Babe ain't no cap
she know that I'm that
look me in my eyes
Told him relax
we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand
you need to quit playing
we all know you lied
Now be for real
you ain't tryna drill
boy you ain't tryna kill
You off that pill
it got you acting tough
but that ain't how you is
I'm that for real
and I'm worth a mil'
and still get on your heels
He live right where
Now I'm in the car
parked outside his crib
He got a pole
but that's just for show
I know he a ho
He ain't gon' blow bitch
I was tryna score
when I was on parole
He got a pole
but that's just for show
I know he a ho
He ain't gon' blow bitch
I was tryna score
when I was on parole
That boy a bitch
he shoot out the whip
nah he ain't really sliding
They always miss
just running they lips
that's why they keep on dying
Just hit they block
I'm talking twenty times
man these n###as hiding
I caught the play and now
I'm throwing bullets
I'm thinking it's Madden
I got his lo'
can't be moving slow
he right by the store
He got a fro
with a Pelle coat
plus he with a ho
He on his phone
once I'm on your ass
boy you on your own
I get 'em gone
it happened so fast
all he heard was boom
I'm from the WICC
I know I'm the shit
bitch get off my dick
I never miss
they think that I'm cheating
my gun got a glitch
I mean a switch
I can shoot a brick
and they still say I hit
I mean they hit
they caught that n###a brick
and hit him in his shit
Load your strap
then put one up top
you know we gon' ride
Babe ain't no cap
she know that I'm that
look me in my eyes
Told him relax
we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand
you need to quit playing
we all know you lied
Load your strap
then put one up top
you know we gon' ride
Babe ain't no cap
she know that I'm that
look me in my eyes
Told him relax
we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand
you need to quit playing
we all know you lied