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Li Rye
Li Rye
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Li Rye
Li Rye
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Hold on, lil' Ree)
Came through with a ten in my pocket, I'm loaded, just popped me a Roxy
Intoxicated, been gettin' high than a bitch off them bodies
Make himself shoot the bitch in his body
Rest in peace to all my young ****, violent
They keep steppin' on shit like he shoppin'
They can't tell me shit, I'm the youngest and richest, you do what you want when you poppin'
Made it out, now that's why they envy
**** bitch, try to blemish my image
'Fore this rap, tryna cash out with a semi
Used to trap, used to sit in that bitch 'til it's empty
My mama called me, told me stay off the pills
I can't 'cause I'm in love with how it feel
Pain, pour it up, crack a seal
Mix the Perc' with the drank, this shit give me a thrill
I was just on the block tryna catch me a kill
Got my feet kicked up while I run through the hills
I got **** I know I won't see for some years
I was pourin' out lean while I was holdin' back tears (What they say?)
Dropski, I get you whacked in the field
You ain't slangin' no heat, you don't know how to drill
I remember the days all my **** was real
Fuck feelings, I'm clutchin', you playin', you spilled
Chest shot, left the bitch gaspin' for air
Nonchalant, ain't for a **** to stand
You got the drop, ****, where at?
Fuck all that sparin' a ****, I need me a new hat
Headtap, watch him drop to his knee
Paranoid, I'll clutch on a fiend
Sippin', but I can't go out like I'm green
I'll flip it, split this shit up with the team
I done finally realized they ain't with a ****
Couple shots from the Drac', left him face down
I'm thuggin' for real, why would I put my K down?
Thought they was 'posed to pull up just to spray rounds
This shit so deep, I'll shoot up a playground
Bitch, this a Louis V bag, ain't no Sprayground
So up, I don't think it's a way down
Extortion, pussy, you gon' get down or lay down? Brrt, boom
Don't say shit I don't like, I'm clutchin' some big shit
I'm outside with a new stick
Tryna go lay somethin' down, put **** on new clips
Murder and Mardi Gras, bitch, you can't move here
I be solid, I don't slip
Keep that bitch on my hip, I'm who these **** fear
I watched my dog never shed a tear, ah
Came through with a ten in my pocket, I'm loaded, just popped me a Roxy
Intoxicated, been gettin' high than a bitch off them bodies
Make himself shoot the bitch in his body
Rest in peace to all my young ****, violent
They keep steppin' on shit like he shoppin'
They can't tell me shit, I'm the youngest and richest, you do what you want when you poppin'
Made it out, now that's why they envy
**** bitch, try to blemish my image
'Fore this rap, tryna cash out with a semi
Used to trap, used to sit in that bitch 'til it's empty
My mama called me, told me stay off the pills
I can't 'cause I'm in love with how it feel
Pain, pour it up, crack a seal
Mix the Perc' with the drank, this shit give me a thrill
Written by: Li Rye
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