Late Bloomer

[Intro]
(What the fuck, Rell?)

[Verse]
Damn, let me cut to the chase
Told the bitch, "You got Wells or the Chase?"
How you broke? That shit fell on your face
I done hit the bitch friend, now I'm set with the games
Lips locked, I can't tell on the gang
For them hatin'-ass niggas, give 'em hell like I'm Kaine
Off a punch, but the kicks came from Spain
[?] how the bitch gave me brain
Old-ass drip, niggas drip in the drain
Hella sticks, it's some shit when I came
I want bands, I ain't trippin' on a fan
Exotic-ass Runtz, where I cop House of Dank
Every day I wipe down, bitch, my house is the bank
I ain't gotta have shit, so it's God who I thank
When it's days I can't sleep, I'm off of drank
Would tell that nigga do it, but he can't
He just can't do it
Writin' checks all day, nigga, shoutout Nike
Bitch, 'cause we just do it, nigga, no cap
How the fuck you punch, nigga? You niggas got no jacks
Don't let a nigga tell you that you can't do it
Ain't no stock on the chop, barely can't shoot it
I ain't searchin' up no BINs, let the base do it
I ain't listenin' to niggas if you can't prove it
I ain't givin' niggas sauce 'cause you can't use it
Damn, heard my line in this song, niggas take music
RIP Tae, fuck the jacks, fuck the state troopers
Free Dame, hella sick, he should've stayed hoopin'
Every time I catch a jugg, it get the date movin'
I don't gotta date do it, bitch nigga, stay losin'
I be chillin' with the bitches that stay choosin'
He wanna slide when he thirty, he a late bloomer

[Outro]
(What the fuck, Rell?)