RI C chez za
Justin Rarri
RI C chez za 歌詞
Told her ***** 'What you on? (What you on?)
Ima shoot at that f*ck n*gga dome (Boom)
Ima buy her lil Christian dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin his shorty but lowkey Im f*ckin-
Yeah
Stuck in my ways, ***** Im only worried bout the bankroll (Bout the bankroll)
I don't got patience she could leave me right now dont care, no (I dont care)
I was out here dolo so I be used to this sh*t (Used to this sh*t)
She say Im rude as a *****
Mixing up the rerock but I keep it right out of the crib
Aint trustin nobody around us (Around us)
Put packs together Im countin (Im countin)
Rich n*gga rockin on richezza ( Richezza)
Got a luxury life, ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper *****es in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n*gga straight up that I dont wanna fit in, aint ever gon be a lil regular
Watch how they shake with that K
***** Im a youngin right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil ***** from the A
Ima take her right with me cash out at the store
***** Im a savage, that be the reason she falling for me cause a n*gga be real (Real)
Really a stepper, dont gotta show you no ratchet my n*ggas they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know bout a drill with a big ol steel ?
Thirteen with a Glock
***** ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind em
He moving funny bro bust a your noggin
I had to cut off lil shorty she toxic
Told a ***** 'What you on? (What you on?)
Ima shoot at that f*ck n*gga dome (Boom)
Ima buy her lil Christian dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin his shorty but lowkey Im f*ckin his hoe
Don't compare lil ***** aint the same n*gga
Fourty K I could make a in a day get it
He a youngin but still hold a K, n*gga
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin
I got too much to lose for a broke *****
Ain't no cap in my rap, Im a GOAT, *****
Get em spinning right off of the coach
I got too many hoes for a old *****, yeah
Put packs together Im countin (Im countin)
Rich n*gga rockin on richezza (Richezza)
Got a luxury life ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper ** ***es in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n*gga straight up that I dont wanna fit in, aint ever gon be a lil regular
Watch how they shake with that K
***** Im a youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil ***** from the A
Ima take her right with me cash out at the store
***** Im a savage, that be the reason she falling for me cause a n*gga be real (Real)
Really a stepper, dont gotta show you no ratchet my n*ggas they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps )
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know bout a drill with a big ol steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
***** ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind em
He moving funny bro bust a your noggin
I had to cut off lil shorty she toxic