It's a Big Mac, no Mickey D's nigga
Still dreaming, you think you f*cking with me nigga
Outside with a blunt in my teeth nigga
I'll take ya hoe, have her run drugs for me nigga
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
I'll burst ya bubble, you better not pop mine
Three times three, yeah my twin, he gon pop nines
We make him jump like the NBA Combine
The f*ck is he on?
Know that my twin keep a stick, Casey Jones
Them boys shoot in the air, they ain't shit but some drones
Just know that body to body, I keep a bitch
And if you thinking about touching my body, I keep a stick
And she been talking 'bout she loving somebody but need the dick
So Mr. Rae-Rae, I'ma rub on her body and give her it
(Aye, look)
AR the size of Liz Cambage
I hit from the back, doing cervical damage
You don't trust me? Then go serve that bitch yourself
It's a stick right there and a scale on the self
It's a play on the phone, bet not play with my wealth
This bitch popping my pills, bet not play with my health
Look
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
We make him jump like his name was Simone Biles
Shit mysterious, just like the X-files
Call me Scott, hit my dawg, I just text Stiles
Fly as Cam'ron but I ain't a killa
Nigga move wrong, don't, like Bryson Tiller
Put in overtime, right my wrongs with my women
Say he don't like me, he mad that I'm winning
She got a big ass booty
Keep a watch on her like Mad Eye Moody
I can't f*ck with the hoe, she a skeezer, a floozy
Threw me for a loop, yeah, this shit is a doozy
My lil sister just said that these niggas is doodie
I just told my lil brother "these hoes got the cooties"
And my bitch, she gon bring the storm just like she Susie
Speaking of storms, you get torched like I'm Johnny
Me and my bitch get toxic like Sammi and Ronnie
I'm gon ball like I'm Clyde, she gon shoot like she Bonnie
The philosophers stone, my whole family behind me
I'ma swing like some Nunchucks, just call me Mikey
Just like Franchise Boys, I'm thinking they like me
Mr. Rae-Rae baby
Outside with a bitch that look like Phylicia Rashad
Or Vivica Fox
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It's a Big Mac, no Mickey D's nigga
Still dreaming, you think you f*cking with me nigga
Outside with a blunt in my teeth nigga
I'll take ya hoe, have her run drugs for me nigga
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
I'll burst ya bubble, you better not pop mine
Three times three, yeah my twin, he gon pop nines
We make him jump like the NBA Combine
The f*ck is he on?
Know that my twin keep a stick, Casey Jones
Them boys shoot in the air, they ain't shit but some drones
Just know that body to body, I keep a bitch
And if you thinking about touching my body, I keep a stick
And she been talking 'bout she loving somebody but need the dick
So Mr. Rae-Rae, I'ma rub on her body and give her it
(Aye, look)
AR the size of Liz Cambage
I hit from the back, doing cervical damage
You don't trust me? Then go serve that bitch yourself
It's a stick right there and a scale on the self
It's a play on the phone, bet not play with my wealth
This bitch popping my pills, bet not play with my health
Look
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
We make him jump like his name was Simone Biles
Shit mysterious, just like the X-files
Call me Scott, hit my dawg, I just text Stiles
Fly as Cam'ron but I ain't a killa
Nigga move wrong, don't, like Bryson Tiller
Put in overtime, right my wrongs with my women
Say he don't like me, he mad that I'm winning
She got a big ass booty
Keep a watch on her like Mad Eye Moody
I can't f*ck with the hoe, she a skeezer, a floozy
Threw me for a loop, yeah, this shit is a doozy
My lil sister just said that these niggas is doodie
I just told my lil brother "these hoes got the cooties"
And my bitch, she gon bring the storm just like she Susie
Speaking of storms, you get torched like I'm Johnny
Me and my bitch get toxic like Sammi and Ronnie
I'm gon ball like I'm Clyde, she gon shoot like she Bonnie
The philosophers stone, my whole family behind me
I'ma swing like some Nunchucks, just call me Mikey
Just like Franchise Boys, I'm thinking they like me
Mr. Rae-Rae baby
Outside with a bitch that look like Phylicia Rashad
Or Vivica Fox
Still dreaming, you think you f*cking with me nigga
Outside with a blunt in my teeth nigga
I'll take ya hoe, have her run drugs for me nigga
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
I'll burst ya bubble, you better not pop mine
Three times three, yeah my twin, he gon pop nines
We make him jump like the NBA Combine
The f*ck is he on?
Know that my twin keep a stick, Casey Jones
Them boys shoot in the air, they ain't shit but some drones
Just know that body to body, I keep a bitch
And if you thinking about touching my body, I keep a stick
And she been talking 'bout she loving somebody but need the dick
So Mr. Rae-Rae, I'ma rub on her body and give her it
(Aye, look)
AR the size of Liz Cambage
I hit from the back, doing cervical damage
You don't trust me? Then go serve that bitch yourself
It's a stick right there and a scale on the self
It's a play on the phone, bet not play with my wealth
This bitch popping my pills, bet not play with my health
Look
Mr. Rae-Rae, f*ck ya top 5
We make him jump like his name was Simone Biles
Shit mysterious, just like the X-files
Call me Scott, hit my dawg, I just text Stiles
Fly as Cam'ron but I ain't a killa
Nigga move wrong, don't, like Bryson Tiller
Put in overtime, right my wrongs with my women
Say he don't like me, he mad that I'm winning
She got a big ass booty
Keep a watch on her like Mad Eye Moody
I can't f*ck with the hoe, she a skeezer, a floozy
Threw me for a loop, yeah, this shit is a doozy
My lil sister just said that these niggas is doodie
I just told my lil brother "these hoes got the cooties"
And my bitch, she gon bring the storm just like she Susie
Speaking of storms, you get torched like I'm Johnny
Me and my bitch get toxic like Sammi and Ronnie
I'm gon ball like I'm Clyde, she gon shoot like she Bonnie
The philosophers stone, my whole family behind me
I'ma swing like some Nunchucks, just call me Mikey
Just like Franchise Boys, I'm thinking they like me
Mr. Rae-Rae baby
Outside with a bitch that look like Phylicia Rashad
Or Vivica Fox
Writer: David Seals
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