RR (Turn)

Yeah

Supa supa, yeah

Hoodie Ramb like he back from the dead

Put this shit on my back

That just mean I gotta triple the backend

Four for four, I'm out Skyami rappin

It's fuck a vacation, the fuck is relaxin

When I drop my shoot straight up the brackets

When I walk through they turn to fanatics

Hella styles, got intel with the fashion

Fuck the pic, double tap off the caption

Good and evil, still thurler than most

100 problems, one chop like I'm Hov

Ride the wave when I go coast to coast

I'm out Cali, smoke down to the roach

At the pop out, I' pop out with bucks

I'm with Kai and it's goin' straight up

It's Mike Ramb, but I roll in the cut

If you know, then you know, we ain't givin' em much

Pushin' P, man I'm just tryna fuck

Had to call on Celine, that's my personal munch

She love spending, go get what you want

She want Louis for breakfast and Dior for lunch

Bitches tryna get parts, oh no

I can't save on no thottie, that's all for the streets

Shawty know I'm a dog, fasho

I don't move with no collar, I'm right off the leash

All my layups be jelly on, jelly on

Keep it black, we want Lobos and Deleon

I'm like Birdman and Bron with the boss moves

Put them B's in my bank, what I'm really on

And I'm still finna shine from the wrist up

Watch 'em hate, cause they never was lit enough

And I'd still live or die for this shit, yeah

For my OG, I never was lettin' up

24 turn to 25-eight

Tony Hawk, do my grind and I skate

We stay frosty and dodge all the fakes

Tryna come up and get to the pape

Fuck is rubber? I'm tryna get bands

If it's me, who the fuck is your man

Double R mean she rollin' with, come on

Double R mean she rollin' with Ramb

Hoodie Ramb like back from the dead

Finna shine from the wrist

Yeah, they never was lit enough

Live or die uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh

Turn to 25-eight, do my grind then I'm outta there

And I dodge all the fakes, tryna get to the paper

Tryna get to the bands, who the fuck is your man

Double R mean she rollin' with Ramb