Put my brothers on with my plug from out in Cali, now we all eatin'
Can't eat without my dog, at the round table, bitch, come take a seat
So up right now, you'd have to be blind if you can't see this shit
Nigga said we beefin', I killed his pride just by fuckin' his bitch
Me and the gang, we built this shit based off of loyalty
I'm so cool on a bitch, who the fuck is Royalty?
Sometimes I miss goin' on hits knowin' I ain't have no money for lawyer fees
I got bad bitches adorin' me
These niggas be scared to swing my way
Rrah, boom-baow, FN'll make a grown man shout
I done spoiled a bitch, now all she do is pout
Got a Kel-Tec inside this Louis pouch
You can hear it in my voice when I talk
I been a leader, poured an eight up inside my two-liter
Always workin', 'cause I knew that I was gonna be a boss
He dropped a diss, so I'm knockin' him off, uh
My lil' white bitch keep on beggin' me, uh
To pop a Perc' and come fuck her to sleep, uh
When we hit they block, it always sound like, uh
Rrr-rat-tat, baow, his name in black and white
We treat him like a cow and tell him move
Off so many Adderalls and Perkies, I might never snooze
Thousand miles away from my family, gettin' homesick
Hey, Alexa, play "The Hometown Blues"
Twelve years old, lookin' up to Chief Keef
Only thing I wanted was a pair of Trues
Can't be on the internet speakin' on beef
Know the feds watchin' and that's how you gon' lose
They be piecin' all that lil' shit together off your IG, lookin' for clues
Told one of my hoes I got two bitches
And if it was a choice, you ain't who I'ma choose
I got somethin' she don't and that's options
I treat his head like a pimple and pop it
I treat my shit like a bubble and pop it
She Spanish, I love when she call me papi
Titanic, all my diamonds water like a faucet
Peyton Manning, I can't stop throwin' back all these Roxies
In vanish what I text these hoes on 'cause I'm poppin'
Say you gangster, lil' pussy boy, you need to stop it
You out the picture what I'm croppin'
I'm Rye and I only got a single body
Cut her off, 'fore I beat the ho up, I act tidy
Hit her raw, next day he woke up with a Taki
I sip green and Wocky
When it come down to the lean, I ain't got no type
I just poured up a six in a Tropical Sprite
When I take a Xan', I be tellin' niggas we can fight, shoot it out
Can't name a nigga gettin' higher than me
Can't name a nigga gettin' flyer than me
I won't let no nigga take my spot
Hah-hah, the block is hot
Rrah-rrah when we get the drop
Ah-ah, you ain't never sent no shots
Uh-uh, you ain't never popped no top
You ain't never been out the window bustin' at opps
Hit him 'til he stop twitchin'
Better stay out my business
My daddy doin' nineteen years right now
Still don't believe that sentence
I made some of these niggas run four-flats
Them boys so fast, should've been in the Olympics
Shout out Fizzle, fuck Mike Jones
Yo, fuck what he on, I'm still tippin'
My stepdaddy a Loc, doin' time in prison and he still Crippin'
My real daddy VL, that's Vice Lord, handle business and kill the witness
Always mad 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitches
I invest in the trenches, more pounds than Planet Fitness
Had to pause the song and throw up
And she said, "Why?"
Bitch, you know I'm the sickest
Put a sign out the west for everybody that live in Mobile, know this shit still get wicked
Freaky white bitch with red hair, mean as fuck, that's my lil' Icky Vicky
No 6ix9ine, keep my blicky blicky
Tried to run and got did like Ricky Ricky
Real gangster, I don't never panic
No situation, even when shit sticky sticky
Put my brothers on with my plug from out in Cali, now we all eatin'
Can't eat without my dog, at the round table, bitch, come take a seat
So up right now, you'd have to be blind if you can't see this shit
Nigga said we beefin', I killed his pride just by fuckin' his bitch
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