STRONG

Justin Rarri:
B*tch you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin' down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And it's easy to say, "I was stupid all along"
How the f*ck you gon' break? Lil' n*gga I had to be strong
Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta be real, I'm not doing a song with them n*ggas
Them n*ggas don't hang with real killers
And you know that I'm unforgiving
And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah
All them, n*ggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the f*ck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a b*tch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi'
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
Whole gang behind me, if you get it f*cked up that's RIP
They gon' have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' b*tch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, b*tch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
B*tch we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich n*gga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich n*gga, I feel like Mase
I'ma f*ck on your treesh and then count on my cake
Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
When they talking that sh*t, all up down on your name
What the f*ck you wan' know me? You just know my name
I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink
What the f*ck they be talking? They cappin' it
Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it
All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em
Lil Poppa:
I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it
All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it
And none of these Glocks average
Put faith to my brother, he blasting it
I done made it out, on some rapping sh*t
Still in the hood, on some savage sh*t
My new b*tch only eat salmon
She somewhere watchin' her calories
Probably somewhere f*ckin' in Cali
I used to post up in the alley
I ain't do all the talkin', don't @ me
I pull up if you send an addy
When I hit it, she call me daddy
Big dawg, don't do no braggin
All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion
Hard work let's talk 'bout passion
Tote this heat like a dragon
Plenty hoes, like a pagent
This .40 automatic, I hop in then I dash in it
Let's skrt, put her on a perc
I heard her say she hurts
Now that should work, you don't need a nurse
Call me if it get worse
Her p*ssy wet, I'm finna surf
B*tch I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk
Signed to the streets like I'm Durk
Stop hatin', n*gga get you a verse
All this snitchin' probably get you hurt
All the dissin' probably get you a shirt
And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words
I'm probably posted in the middle of street, holdin' up birds
Like f*ck the world, f*ck my old girl and b*tch f*ck what you heard
And come around with the rider now you just might get served
Put my trust in n*ggas word and got everything I deserved
Justin Rarri:
Yeah n*ggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the f*ck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a b*tch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi'
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
Whole gang behind me, if you get it f*cked up that's RIP
They gon' have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' b*tch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, b*tch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
B*tch we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich n*gga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich n*gga, I feel like Mase