Rice

[Verse 1]
Just play this shit at night
You thinking 'bout a bitch, man, just play this shit at night
You thinking 'bout a lick, man, just play this shit at night
I'm tryna' get these racks man, I ain't tryna fight
Play this shit at night
You thinking 'bout some shit, man, just play this shit at night
Shawty don't wanna link with me, I told her I don't bite
Rest in peace to Debo, I'll still take a nigga bike
I like drinking Quagen, I'm like baby, what you like?
I got Tris, I got Wock, I got all type of pints
Why the fuck would I even trust you with my life?
Can't even trust you around my pints
And my cup is full of ice, uh

[Chorus]
Water on my neck, so I think it need rice, uh
Speak real shit on the mic, yeah
I'm really lovin' my life, yeah
I don't really gotta' tote no pipes, yeah
Shooter on the right, yeah
But I ain't even depending on him
Angels watching, protected by them

[Verse 2]
I been through a lot of things
But pain will never make me change
I be in them foreigns, I be switching lanes
I be speeding, thinkin' about a lot of things
This jail time the new way of getting hanged, yeah
Was at the trap, niggas getting detained, yeah
Police can't get no more lame
I left Miami how it was, left it plain jane
My Off-White hat got lean stains
Fuck the dry cleaners, I'ma just leave it, mane
Get clean like dry cleaner, I'm a businessman
Seen lil' bruh in the trap, he got his pockets ran
How you get your Glock took?
Like Gucci Mane, I'm 'finna write a book
Smoking on dope, and you know that I'm cooked
She sucked me in public and the bitch got shook
Boy you a fan, I don't want your outlook
Sipping on lean, I'm sipping on gunk
I've been cooling, let my flow get took
I don't care how much you got for a hook
In L.A., where the fuck is Hook?
She fuck with me, and the bitch got hooked
Glock with me, nigga better not look
Cause if I bust, nigga I'll be dead wrong
Stop forgetting niggas ain't perfect
Every day I'm working
Bad ass bitch, and she Turkish
It's okay if you're hurting

[Chorus]
Water on my neck, so I think it need rice, uh
Speak real shit on the mic, yeah
I'm really lovin' my life, yeah
I don't really gotta' tote no pipes, yeah
Shooter on the right, yeah
But I ain't even depending on him
Angels watching, protected by them