Stress

[Intro: Rim da Villin]
(Rim)
Peace to the god Spesh
You already know, my nigga (R.I.P.)

[Verse 1: Rim da Villin]
Uh, [?] a lot, no hoops we bounce rock
I ain't talking 'bout a speaker that bust, the loud pop
Take shorty cheeks to Thailand, she bang cock
[?] reefer, fly features, the ball court, uh
Shots come in [?] with heart, don't get booked
It's the plan to eat, ours to cook, and play good looks
Since a young'in on the steps or live niggas that rep
They didn't have to pass the torch, I stole it and never slept
Let my [?] taste that
If her eyes pop at your mini rock I take that
Scared money don't make noise like Illinois
The Chiraqs, don't get lined up like a round bat, uh
The stove fog got the lighter to a mayo jar
The boulevard cooking, I'm hitting [?]
My people shooting with a nine to five
I know traffic cops that'll tow your car while you're still inside
The best of me will short the cheese
You'll be leaking from your head like an STD
Yeah, these niggas giving pounds with they heads down
[?] with my backpack, I don't spray ground
From the waist up I just play [?], swing on 'em and slide off with
With metal in my hand I'm a cyborg, uh
[?] cake flip
And yeah, the stick shift, the grip even thicker than Bisquick, uh
A German ruger with [?]
If you survive you'll ride in a wheelchair with a dented head

[Chorus: Rim da Villin]
Weigh, bag, sell, count
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[Verse 2: Hus Kingpin]
Suede envelope, I got beige coke, I'm Malcolm X
GA6, CA clip niggas
My bitch lick triggers, kissing a killer, Beverly [?]
[?] fuck with us
The same nigga that gave you the plug
With the Christmas doors, smuggle the work through like it's porcelain
Want war then let it dissolve, separate or dry it out
Wrap it all up and let the talk begin
Y'all niggas [?] war we're in
According to them, I'll beat you with accordions
Huh, your dead body crowd surf the audience
Your baby mama, she's a [?] slut, huh
Wherever the wind blow she roll [?]
Ten toes, she push her pussy for escrow
Huh, I push a Lexus slow
Circle the block, she bring back my doe
I bring the blow so she know where to go
Yo, baby girl, it's time to take this show on the road
It's Suavo, you know me for the coke [?]
[?] flow, the dime-faced hoes
You know the kid, I gave niggas a lane to go
Winning shot, .38 snub nose

[Chorus: Rim da Villin]
Weigh, bag, sell, count
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