Lyrics
[Intro]
RTB ****, gang
[Verse 1]
Chrome Heart pants, Off-White shirt with a AP
Told that bitch it's over, then she told me that she hate me
She like, "MB, can you come and fuck it up? You like Tay Keith"
Dissin' on the gang'll have you gone, we the A Team
I'm in L.A. with the vibes, they love me, I ain't Kwame Brown
Told her she can treat me like the new boys and tie me down
I don't never tell the truth but she still gon' lie me down
Told the plug I need hashtags, I need pounds
Rich and famous, I don't really know what bitches want from me
You gotta throw me five dollars, you can't hit the blunt for free
She ain't suck you up, but when I asked, she did it comfortably
She love me 'cause I'm strapped up, she said, "It's the gun for me"
Gotta have it on my hip just in case they come for me
Bad bitch without a BBL, it's the buns for me
Ran yo mouth up on the 'Gram, I see you then you run from me
Makes sense 'cause I'm a rock band, sticks and drums with me
I'm a artist on the court and I'm a artist in the booth
And don't compare to these ****, I'm the hardest in the stu'
You got bricks like you Gilmore Artis when you shoot
Glock 34 like Paul Pierce, I hardly tell the truth
RTB ****, gang
[Verse 2]
Come on
I'm in the club with a .22, Tayshuan Prince
My Black **** locked up, he on his Akon shit
I'm wrong if I don't thank God for all this pape I get
I hit so many hoes, I don't care if you take my bitch
I'm sippin' tec with this Tech on me, Draymond shit
And fuck wags, they on my ass, you can't take my pics
But I'll intercept yo bitch, I'm like Trayvon Diggs
I call yo bitch CPS, I made her take my kids
Sippin' on a 24, do the math, a triple 8
This her first time sippin', she spit it out like triple H
I'm ridin' 'round with the wood, I got a Glock, a lil' Drake
Damn, this drank got me trippin', I'm spillin' wock up in the Wraith
Damn
[Verse 3]
This not a Wraith, this a Cullinan
Put the lil' rose on her, uh, make her cum again
Know I'm gettin' pape, it couldn't fit in the rubber band
Got her on her knees givin' top, she don't understand
2500 for a pint, did the runnin' man
I got the hammer like I'm Thor, bring the thunder in
This bitch think she stone cold, I'ma stun her friend
Two thousand for a walk through? I don't want yo bands
10K for a walk through, that's the minimum
Off a red pill and a blue pill, it's a M&M
Exotic got you coughin' like you eatin' on some cinnamon
I wanna B, already got a hunnid Ms, I need ten of 'em
Written by: FKi1st, Miles Bridges