Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh Im call up my pants lil nigga J5
Can't killin him he got nine lives
Rahh rahh ima get him ima get him
Hey, come on
Slide on the block with 509
Don't do that big trick, bitch
Hey, RP gonna rip right through his spine
I do
Why he had yo barber f*ck up your line
That's what I mean, boy
He had put me on a song, we call it fine
Motherf*cker, you do the dissing
Slide on the block, boy, your ass high
Whole gang get f*cked
We send the bullets like it's high
You watch your school black, you know you're a quitter
Boom, come here, I'm finna take you down
I'm so weak, I'm a ratter
No, the 30 clit hoes ain't round
Plenty to your finger just to watch them put you in the ground
Right now, they catch you for that drill, that's a quick pound
But it do the dissing, now you quits it
F*ck, boy, how you sound
I don't lie, nigga
Y'all boy Rick Leroy on my money, nigga
I'm the only live source of communication
I'm talking about my money, nigga
I'm not a snitch, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
Let's ride, yo
Get on these beat, I'm still with bros
They my partner for a minute
All my mamas just know we lost
Listen, boy, he kept on dissing
We gonna take you down with Gloz
And to get paid, nigga, girl, we just gonna put him on the road
Yo, we still sliding for your partner
Come to me if you tripping
They would ask him to the doctor
When the cops push upon them, ask the f*ck's a nut
They say I'm wrong, nigga
I'm getting low by that shit
I pushed up on the cops
You know I'm partying
Just like you said, I'm on the chain
Talk to that bitch, she's the head of the whole city
I would make her pay
Clean it on my mama
I don't want her
I need some space
Boy, I miss you so much, bitch
But you can go at your own pace, bitch
My family, nigga
My money, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Like I said, nigga, shut up, bro
Nigga, my mama, that's my partner
Yeah, nigga
I'm on my money
I know I'm supposed to do shit
Niggas about to get fired
I don't care, nigga
F*ck Mr. Terry
Nigga, no family
He a scary-ass little bitch
He talking to the feds
All my life, if I see him, I'm going to put him in his head
Y'all ain't get so broke, nigga
Y'all don't have no brain
I don't give a damn, nigga
You be damned
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Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh Im call up my pants lil nigga J5
Can't killin him he got nine lives
Rahh rahh ima get him ima get him
Hey, come on
Slide on the block with 509
Don't do that big trick, bitch
Hey, RP gonna rip right through his spine
I do
Why he had yo barber f*ck up your line
That's what I mean, boy
He had put me on a song, we call it fine
Motherf*cker, you do the dissing
Slide on the block, boy, your ass high
Whole gang get f*cked
We send the bullets like it's high
You watch your school black, you know you're a quitter
Boom, come here, I'm finna take you down
I'm so weak, I'm a ratter
No, the 30 clit hoes ain't round
Plenty to your finger just to watch them put you in the ground
Right now, they catch you for that drill, that's a quick pound
But it do the dissing, now you quits it
F*ck, boy, how you sound
I don't lie, nigga
Y'all boy Rick Leroy on my money, nigga
I'm the only live source of communication
I'm talking about my money, nigga
I'm not a snitch, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
Let's ride, yo
Get on these beat, I'm still with bros
They my partner for a minute
All my mamas just know we lost
Listen, boy, he kept on dissing
We gonna take you down with Gloz
And to get paid, nigga, girl, we just gonna put him on the road
Yo, we still sliding for your partner
Come to me if you tripping
They would ask him to the doctor
When the cops push upon them, ask the f*ck's a nut
They say I'm wrong, nigga
I'm getting low by that shit
I pushed up on the cops
You know I'm partying
Just like you said, I'm on the chain
Talk to that bitch, she's the head of the whole city
I would make her pay
Clean it on my mama
I don't want her
I need some space
Boy, I miss you so much, bitch
But you can go at your own pace, bitch
My family, nigga
My money, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Like I said, nigga, shut up, bro
Nigga, my mama, that's my partner
Yeah, nigga
I'm on my money
I know I'm supposed to do shit
Niggas about to get fired
I don't care, nigga
F*ck Mr. Terry
Nigga, no family
He a scary-ass little bitch
He talking to the feds
All my life, if I see him, I'm going to put him in his head
Y'all ain't get so broke, nigga
Y'all don't have no brain
I don't give a damn, nigga
You be damned
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh rahh ima get ima get him
Rahh Im call up my pants lil nigga J5
Can't killin him he got nine lives
Rahh rahh ima get him ima get him
Hey, come on
Slide on the block with 509
Don't do that big trick, bitch
Hey, RP gonna rip right through his spine
I do
Why he had yo barber f*ck up your line
That's what I mean, boy
He had put me on a song, we call it fine
Motherf*cker, you do the dissing
Slide on the block, boy, your ass high
Whole gang get f*cked
We send the bullets like it's high
You watch your school black, you know you're a quitter
Boom, come here, I'm finna take you down
I'm so weak, I'm a ratter
No, the 30 clit hoes ain't round
Plenty to your finger just to watch them put you in the ground
Right now, they catch you for that drill, that's a quick pound
But it do the dissing, now you quits it
F*ck, boy, how you sound
I don't lie, nigga
Y'all boy Rick Leroy on my money, nigga
I'm the only live source of communication
I'm talking about my money, nigga
I'm not a snitch, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
I'm on my money, nigga
Let's ride, yo
Get on these beat, I'm still with bros
They my partner for a minute
All my mamas just know we lost
Listen, boy, he kept on dissing
We gonna take you down with Gloz
And to get paid, nigga, girl, we just gonna put him on the road
Yo, we still sliding for your partner
Come to me if you tripping
They would ask him to the doctor
When the cops push upon them, ask the f*ck's a nut
They say I'm wrong, nigga
I'm getting low by that shit
I pushed up on the cops
You know I'm partying
Just like you said, I'm on the chain
Talk to that bitch, she's the head of the whole city
I would make her pay
Clean it on my mama
I don't want her
I need some space
Boy, I miss you so much, bitch
But you can go at your own pace, bitch
My family, nigga
My money, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Like I said, nigga, shut up, bro
Nigga, my mama, that's my partner
Yeah, nigga
I'm on my money
I know I'm supposed to do shit
Niggas about to get fired
I don't care, nigga
F*ck Mr. Terry
Nigga, no family
He a scary-ass little bitch
He talking to the feds
All my life, if I see him, I'm going to put him in his head
Y'all ain't get so broke, nigga
Y'all don't have no brain
I don't give a damn, nigga
You be damned
Writer: brocq oli, jerry luhrat
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