Red Ring Of Death

RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man

G-Gary

Bitch, yeah

Cuban on my neck, I'm rollin' fire in Havana Leafs

Promethazine, codeine, bitch, the Fanta peach

Social distance from the stove if you can't stand the heat

I know you mad as fuck yo' bitch a fan of me

You was on top and fell off dramatically

Started semi-auto, tap the button, it shoot rapidly

You thirty tryna find a route? Boy, have a seat

Cuddy caught a body off the drugs and plead insanity

In Atlantic City smokin' za, I came in from the other coast

Foreign, it's a "S," I'm in "H," call that hustler mode

Wakin' up the block in that shooter, think his muffler broke

Huh, yeah, can hear him fore' I see him

Fuck around and trickshot him

Don't you think you too old? All that TikTokin'

Never did I sit back, push the risk option

See an opp, give him a dollar like he Brisk shoppin'

Yeah, I fuck with 4PF, but I need six pockets

Too much pape' I gotta count, I need four hands

Baby Drac'll knock the puss' out a grown man

When that Wocky hit my tongue, feel my soul dance

First day out that county, I feel just like Tee Grizzley

Snowcaps burn my chest like some cheap Whiskey

Gave my cup the red ring of death like the 360

Tried to be like Big Meech, but he ain't peep the B. Mickey

Christian Loubies fourteen hunnid, that's like three jiffies

Still gon' be rich at fifty, on my P Diddy

Plug ain't master up the load, I told him remix me

I ain't catch 'em all yet, still got some dreams in me

Plus, I got a three in me, and I got a P in me

Hit the dash, Granny like, "Gee willikers"

You can't hit a hunnid, yo' whip got three cylinders

Titi got a script, but it ain't new, they refillin' her

Told her if I pop this P, I bet I keep drillin' her

Dude breath stink, what the fuck you drink? Vinegar?

If she ain't bringin' pape', I'm guarantee spinnin' her

Brodie got it wit' it, they ain't peep Dillinger

So, much white in the kitchen you could ski, Luh Tyler

They forgot that I was lit, pinky ring gon' remind 'em

If that bounty on yo' head, bet them hunters go and find 'em

Where the fuck is my double cup at?

Dog $hit Militia gettin' fancy, upping poodle poop

Tapped him in his temple, now his diet chicken noodle soup

You know yo' face card scorchin' when you can Google you

I ain't shootin' up the club, gon' turn you to a strudel, boo

Pop-out wit' a toast, bitches poppin' out with strollers

When cuddy in the mountains, he as dominant as Joker

Jewish fan in my DM ask me to lock him in with Kosher

If they playin' with that back end, we poppin' the promoters

Heard that you be steppin', watch yo' feet, this some quicksand

It don't matter if I miss, bro got the tip jammed

You the sixth man at the best, now keep the bench warm

Let our blocks see a raindrop, I bet we drench yours

Doin' yoga with yo bitch, her feet all on the headboard

We been in here workin' out for hours, now my legs sore

How I'm livin', how I'm thinking, life a chessboard

Choppa got a dick, you think I bought it in the sex store

I be thinkin', "Fuck it, it ain't no point to stress more"

Shit, we could five V. five, go grab yo best four

I know a billionaire, you couldn't tell, he dress poor

Moral of the story, you ain't gotta flash it

You should go and stack it, spent a thousand on a jacket

I don't know why I be braggin', hit yo' bitch, now she be nagging

Boy, the Glocky, it do magic like poof, made him vanish

Actin' like he eatin' good, lookin' for food but he famished

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia

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