RR Boys (feat. Louie Ray & Yn Jay)
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Dancing near the driver for the Bentley while I count no racks She wanna ride with me through every hood while I sell this pack Nine strokes and her pussy think I killed her cat Trish coasts out the show to conceal the strats When Louis lights show they stargaz give him a heart attack We out the Trish, we out the walkin' now we pourin' acts Make a couple mil off the rap then invest in tracks Take a gamble with this shit like you be playin' crack I'm all the way in and I'm turnin' boy, nah F*ck burn me, I'm tryna burn back Don't let the skinny shit fool you, I get out and scratch I'ma knock her back to place if she get out of track I'm in out of line, I'm poppin', that's the bottom line How many lines of walk you drop today? Shit, I got a nigga that be with it every time If it's boutta crack, I don't respect money You could lose a lot to that dollar sign You so broke I bet your ass couldn't pay a dollar fine Broke as f*ck, nigga, it's your nigga, can I get a dollar sign Autopilot on my car, I can talk and drive I be a house shooter, ain't nothin' bout that we should glorify I'm a real hooper, nigga, I'ma hurt ballin' now Every car I drive stand out, been to court, I-I I threw the gun to him, off safety, curves caught the fire Bitch, I can't f*ck with you no more, you got caught in the lie Ayy, I been blowin' too much back wheels on the foggy side I don't ever call no bitch first on the call me side I just hit a bitch from the back on the doggy side Damn, it was doggy style Bunch of bad bitches butt naked, yeah, the party's wild Tryna build to the top, how you fallin' out You was supposed to bin pack me that bread, why you storm me out Damn, stupid bitch Why the f*ck they pass you the ball? You shoot to miss Double G on me, it's a Gucci fit Made a million dollars, but I spend it, I was new to this Old ho tryna f*ck on that Cougar shit Wrist dangle out the window, everything legit Turn her on designer clothes, upgrade my bitch Then make another hit song while she suck my dick This mob shit is real, come on, all the violence Fly in a jet, state the state, I been through every climate Do a hundred and I strike her, all you hear is sirens Internet thug, can't reason why these niggas dyin Big ten million and tear through a bison If you not givin' pussy up, then I can't punch off light Dig redbone with blonde hair, she got the tiger stripes Bitch, I'm high as hell off a four, I'm nine at the light Street nigga with two three when I rock the mic It don't matter about the price, he just need his vice All he seen was four whips lyin' in the night That nigga trippin' by the L, but that's a part of life Bro, if you teach you how to make a living, gotta play it right Send him up like Ben Frank, but we didn't use a kite F*ck the freak bitch and her friend, shit, I probably might I'm not gon' stop this rap shit till I'm ten million high
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Written by: Louie Ray, Moneyboy Markk, YN Jay
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