RW T (pro大本營south死的, key WA呢)

Yup yup
I look up
Cause I cant look down on you bitch
Niggas no mo man
If that casket aint 24 karot gold when I die
Then I aint made enough f** king
Money man and thats real talk
God
This my roll weed time
Dont turn it into dead in the street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well dont need street signs

Young rich and iconic
Big titties Im signin
Burnin bitches and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk
Does it look like Im in a comic
Everything I rock I designed it realer nigga
Wont find it
Okay I be stackin that cheddar
Bet that shit wont expire
Got me ballin so hard
I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before twenty-five
Man and I aint even no lie
Bitch I aint sayin that shit to brag neither
Im sayin that to inspire
Im like damn boy f **k you sayin boy
Hatin on me knowin that you is a fan boy
When Im around you call me Cause like we fam boy
Rappin like me lets me know that Im the man boy
Okay Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entree
I gave her my grande my food is picante
My girls is Beyonce your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with Deandre
And they was lookin like prom dates
One time for my hood til I go in the ground
Im throwin it up cause they holdin me down
Im perverted as f**k got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoein it out
But you standin outside cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life man theres no comin out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Surprise nigga
Man f**k it Im on you off and I hope you die nigga
Why you alive nigga
Im stackin dough cause my momma addicted to spas
Yeah Im the one that these hatin niggas despise
You better take off your f**kin disguise nigga
Bitch-made its in your eyes nigga
Lies nigga
Shut the f**k up everythingll be fine
Cause this my roll weed time