NERDS!

[Verse 1: T.R.3]
Can't handle the heat get the fuck out the kitchen
Don't need a scope I still aim with precision
Fuck you mean I ain't made no impression
Killin' beats we be makin' collections
We takin money like it was the reception
Scared when we pull up bet u learned your lesson
Eyes roll back like it was a possession
Sorry nigga I don't what got into me
Promise tho you couldn’t get rid of me
When I go it won't be the end of me
2030 they be playing some T.R.3
Keep a smile you don't need to envy me
Lil nigga get faced with reality
Upper-cut didn’t mean to brutality
Guts open with the blood it is splattering
You want beef I just think that flattering

[Verse 2: Kashimotu]
(Aye, aye) A+ student bitch
My words are too fluent
Don’t get it twisted I will not show remorse
I pack the tools before
I head up to school till my backpack full I keep dat lead like a dork
RVMAN is the set that I’m reppin'
We pull up shootin' no this shit ain’t no sport
So class in session when I’m muh fuckin' speaking
They learn they lesson once I show them a corpse
Bitch, we can’t be friends, go and tell yo mans
I don’t like him he can get the fn
At the count of 10, imma bust the 9
Leave em hangin' on the top of the fence
Say he want the smoke, that’ll get you whacked
Tottin' gats them little guns look pretend
Buyin' fuckin' views, too much autotune, throw the deuce up
All dat shit make me cringe

[Verse 3: LXXIV]
If you want some beef bring that shit to your doorstep
Ref with a tech magnum dick get that hoe wet
Grill up a pussy ass rapper in home ec
Eyes wide open like lights on a corvette
I run up get done up some you like some ganja
Look like a ghost wit all that smoke around ya
Real speed racer I stay in a Honda
This glizzy get personal it’s right behind ya
AYE! We’ve been moving that weight out the basement
For you and yo homies these bullets not waiting
If you want a verse you gone have to be patient
Or Tre will pull up with that blade that is a ancient
I thought you were down what you runnin' for
You were talkin' that shit now I’m at your door
I hate cleaning up trash it’s a fucking chore
You know RVMAN equipped for some fuckin' war