R & C

[Hook: Mobile Pro]

Hanging out in the fifth dimension
With Whoopy Goldberg just smoking blunts
Same rules I mean no change
I've been macking hoes since sixth grade (x4)

[Verse: Mobile Pro]

Cut through a couple pounds
I'm riding down the block
Roll away with a pack of hounds
I'm jacking out the stock
Gotta watch up on my mind
Business tricks, I'm finna flip
Hundred trillion, million dollars
Sitting right up on the tip
R&C up on the screen
Roll my life and smoke my dreams
Got a couple weeks to live
Swear to god I'm bout to leave
Make this money while I can
Moon is waiting up on me
Stars are waving up at me
I got your bitch up in my sheets
I'm prime as fuck
Rolling deep up in the sea
High as hell up in the clouds
Swear to god I'm bout to leave
Getting tired of these folks
Getting tired of the breeze
Push my buttons, take my soul
Cut me like you cut a tree
R&C up on the screen
Roll my life and smoke my dreams
Got a couple weeks to live
Swear to god I'm bout to leave
Trapped forever in a limbo
Always ridin in a lambo
Living life on my Nintendo
Popping shots just like I'm Rambo
Screaming like a bitch
You’re like a bunch of dogs that bark
You can't touch me
You can't phase me
I don't even wanna start
I'm so sick of all these fiends
Your girl she my number three
I went on and took her dreams
I twist her swift and she will bleed
And this the best shit you ever heard
You tryna call your girl
And I'm like bitch, just close the 'curns
Close your phone
Bitch open your legs
We taking turns
Life ain't fair
Shit it's clear
But the tables turn

[Hook: Mobile Pro]