RPG

I don't give fuck hoe, you ain't really hurt me
Gold chain on got me feeling like im xerxes
I don't trust myself whenever I be off the perkys
Make a wrong move, turn yo ass in some jerky
You's a bitch you is snitch-snitchin
You don't drill shit, nah, you not with it
Catch his ass with a whole fitted
There's money on your head I'mma get it lil nigga

See your dead homies in the gun smoke
Talking all that shit, you don't even tote
You can get fried egg-egg yolk
And I'm reckless cuz my life is a bitch

[?] broad day with the Ks
You gon' pull up on me, niggas know spr-spray
Givе a fuck bout your life, I don't care about myself
Do not flеx on the net, you get robbed for your wealth
Throw your wheels on my belt, you should kill yourself
Want beef? Ok, you get drilled on the L
Wanna beef with me, do you feel yourself?
You get left in the snow like an elf. With no team
On them B's I'mma squeeze if a bitch nigga need it
(better watch your hoe cuz that bitch'll get skeeted)

You better be in park when we get to robbin'
Those street licks, now your mama gon be sobbin'
I'm really with the drama, what's the problem
If you want beef then we pull up get to droppin'

Gang bangin high, when I pressure you fold
See your chain hangin, nigga that's a [] ripoff
In the Max Payne and you niggas just on a hoe
And you niggas goin where you shouldn't have to be told

You get cut just like an ankle, nigga forgi's on my ankles
Nigga you be tellin' fables, you's a pussy that's a label
I'ma juice him like a [?] if I find out you betray us
Smoke an orange, smoke a [...?...]

Tryna get filthy rich
I don't got a fifty clip

Fuck out with that beggar shit you knew that we was bummin'
Riding on the opps, you know the whole pack gunnin'
I can't help my chest, my fuckin heart not pumping
Lean in my stomach, bruh you know I'm not bluffin'
I'm ODing (ah, shit) I'm ODing (ah, shit)
I bust a hundred shots and a nigga fleeing
In the [?] cuz I'm not a human being
Cuz where I be in is a trap, you niggas dreamin'

Lil nigga do you know who I run with
Not even a gang, I got spirits make them slugs hit
If you want smoke, you get put in the oven
Bitch 3500 so I'm out in the club shit
I don't think them motherfuckers get along
Smokin' on your dead homies out the bong
Keep the .45 in the backpack cuz the clip too long
Close my eyes and I see hell, do not ask me what's wrong

Most my niggas buzz, and they marching for they set
I got so much homies, guarantee they leave you wet
Niggas false claiming till they hoe-ass get checked
You thought I was riffing till them slugs hit your chest
I don't sip no triple sec, my nigga I sip lean
I can see the [...]
Bitch I'm fuckin' crazy cuz there's problems with my genes
And I'm runnin' from this beam

You's a pussy, my heart colder
Think you buck but 4jay bolder
Standing on the block, RPG on my shoulder
Pull up to your party with the choppers and the rover

Bitch