R.I.P.

Nobody can't stop our reign

I don't bend, I don't break

Too much dough to ever go broke

Too much flow, I'm not no fluke

Too much champagne to use flutes

I'm straight from the bottle like a genie who

Grants you death wishes

You play yourself outta pocket, I get vicious

I don't dance, I just do this

Burn it down, I smell piss

I'm posted up like a advertisement for a gangsta flick

She like that, I'm smoother

She used to dudes try and seduce her

I tell her straight up, let's move towards the exit

So I can put your high heeled shoes up

On the roof of the hard head coupe

She want me for me and you for loot

You goof troop, I'm all throughout the globe

You a local star

Stay in your lane or get folded

Wrapped up like tour bus promotion

You's a flop, when your album drop

Was like dropping a brick into the ocean

(R-A-W)

(Fuck with it for a little while)

(Ain't nothin' I can't handle)

Daytime drama, **** get soaked

Washed up good, blood stained clothes

(I'm angry)

I'm O-D reckless

Outta left field, my team would just wet this

You ain't gotta like it but respect it

You ain't gotta fight it, just let it

What's good, everything Gucci till

I gotta give it to 'em raw like sushi meal

**** get his kufi peeled

I'm that ****, bitches choose me still

And that same ho y'all **** opened off?

Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw

I'm everything you can't be, it's hopeless

Like a penny with a hole in it, oh shit

Worthless and I'm just perfect

On purpose, have at your service

(R-A-W)

Y'all **** need towels out there, B?

Bring your album out, ****

Come on, B

I'm foul with a gorgeous neck

Dusted in style, a half moon caesar

Al protect me

Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston

Sniffing a half a glass of Coke

Wild out for last year

Money stronger, Benz longer

Jetting to the Teeter Barrel

Two sprinters along

Ghost catch me in your pocket

Other than that, up in the stockage

Woolridge jacket on a pop, bitch

No funny money, my bunny Columbian

Thick back, grey eyes and she got no stomach

Pull out the wiper and sweep

Drop it out the window

My kin'll blow you right to sleep

We professionals dickhead, grabbin' our testicles

Who wanna battle? Bring your burners and geckos

I'm sure to have fun on you young ****

I'm not a hater, I can't stand 'em

I man to man 'em