Know that I drop like a faucet
n#gg#s hating cause my n#gg#s we poppin
I’m finna take off like a rocket
Mhm got the Glock in my pocket
Get yah girl take her on a island
After that then we might go shopping
Most of these n#gg#s ain’t solid
Pass it to my bro RB Solid
(Verse 2: RB Solid)
Aye
These n#gg#s be b#tches and ho’s
I don’t even {?}
See em in person I don’t even dap em
Took her to Atlanta turn to a dancer
Get off the internet come gеt out
Been jumped off the porch
I ain’t tryna go backwards
Ain’t worried bout a b#tch
Ain’t еven gone ask for her
You been on the court and you been hittin backboard
Dior
I’m tryna buy it for her for sure
These n#gg#s be b#tches I know he a hor
They wouldn’t let me in so I kicked in the door
Hit the boy with the uzi now he on the floor
Go call yo girl to give me some more
How many bodies like 504
I’m the back
Of the trap
With the pole and the stick
Run on one you hit
Spent 10 thousand on the fit
Pop out the cut and i just hit a lick
Hit the boy with the bullets it stick
Like a tick
Already know Draco got a kick
n#gg#s be hatin I’m tryna get rich
(Verse 4: RB Solid)
I’m tryna get rich
I’m tryna get
Aye
Stuck on the block every time every night
Catch me a opp ima killem tonight
Don’t come to me talkin some sh#t ion like
These b#tches be trifling can’t make her my wife
Opp #ss n#gg# i see you it’s up
Stuck
This sh#t on site
Running through money I’m probably gone get me a flight
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