Ayo, Pitt, we got one
SumYunGhai with me the shit
[Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidential
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)
[Gunna]
Nigga left home, got a gold Patek
Fuck the bitch once and I ain't call her back
Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch
Silly bitch sent me a horrible text
Wunna not the one to argue with
Landed in Houston where Harden at
A lot of these rappers be starting cap
Need to get some drip, just watch me
I took a hit, still can't stop me
But usually cut the tax on Roxi
The gang but I call 'em my posse
You pussies should be riding in a carseat
I'm ridin' in her pussy like broccoli
Bitch lyin got a nigga so salty
This cash got me fucking on Barbies
Know you adore me
Broke her heart, no, ain't nothing free
Nigga tried to screw like Bun B
Road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The Rolls Cullinan got love seats
The Wock' got the double cup muddy
[Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidential
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)
[Justin Rarri]
Got a bad bitch, she act a hella goofy though
I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot
That my nigga, he know he don't act like a ho
Know that I'm blowing up first and niggas not
And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock
R.I.P. niggas that walked in the cross fire
Always back out my pole at a red light
Shawty asking if a nigga paranoid (ouu woah-oh)
Moonwalking at sixteen
Diamonds hittin', boutta Toosie Slide while a nigga fuckin ya hoe
Told them niggas don't text me
Nigga, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone
My momma say she miss me
Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, bitches crying on her phone
We gon' prove when that fuck nigga step up
Bae don't judge me, I smoke lotta pressure
I be high as fuck, no niggas liking us
Your bitch booked up, Telly inviting us
And that's prolly why that fuck nigga mad
Know he better stay in his bag
In the quarantine season uh
Trapping for the week
Diamonds hitting, make a nigga start to blinking
Get to bussin' if a nigga start thinking, know that they watching
[Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidential
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)
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