What's chill with it?
Ayy, it's fuck all these niggas if you ask me
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on (Nekkitz, ayy, this shit goin' hard)
This shit here, nigga, it's me (KK, you made that shit)
[Lil Rae]
If she screamin' she outside, that's not your vibe
How the hell he survive a headshot? I guess it's not his time (Okay)
Seven-figure nigga, I'm still out here slidin' (Huh)
If it ain't no private jet, then I'm not flyin'
I got my bitch in the car with me, that's fine shit in the ride
He is not a demon, that boy puttin' on facades (Yeah, I'm back)
And I'm still on house arrest, but I sleep with a rod (Baow, baow, baow)
Them pussy niggas woke me up, I'm tryna smack some shit, on God
Apple Music tappin' in, man, they like, "That nigga Lil Rae hard"
Everybody gon' eat with me, you got a role, just play your part
On the road to riches, I'm tryna take my legacy far
Gotta save some of this love with me, I put my heart in a jar
I might go to sleep geeked up (Then I) then wake up on some fly shit (Wake up on some fly shit)
Can't lie, your mama made some fine shit
He tried to run away, end up gettin' his spine hit (Run away)
I'm tryna see nothin' but brains and blood, make sure his mind split (What the fuck?)
[FattMack]
Nigga, the Maybach make me drive quick, Quagen got me drowsy
This blunt hit like Ronda Rousey, I was still fine off these Roxies
Bitch, I'm in love with your body, but I still love these RPs way more
That nigga know he broke as fuck, when he pulled up, his chains was tucked
You ain't know I was the one, treated me like I wasn't nothin'
Now I bet you wish you didn't, your new nigga lame as fuck
When I ride, I got my gun, try to spin, you get wet up
You gon' end up just like Rob and that nigga dead as fuck
Yeah, baby, we was young when we first fell in love
You like low-key calmed me down, I was off hella drugs
Yeah, couldn't add my card to your phone, all this shit off Amazon
You can go buy what you want, it's perks that come with bein' mine
I hawked them niggas down and passed them at the finish line
So many shootouts I survived, shit, I can't even count
I could've died like plenty times, crazy I'm still here right now
Bitch, you finer than expensive wine, I wish you was here right now
[FattMack]
On God
Yeah, yeah, Fatt
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