Rap N****s (feat. Ro$ama)

I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh Bet he ain't even know it He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive? He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin' I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho If I fall off today, then it's back to the store Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes I really know niggas get cake off a ho Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy Rosama been steppin' Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin' Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil Racks on me like I went and played tennis Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness Four-five on me like a nigga benchin' Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin 22, I was filing my taxes 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy Niggas told me to go forward with this Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit Strap while I shot 'til my target hit In mu cup, my drink marvelous I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet Feelin' myself like I lost my keys Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet Feelin' myself like I lost my keys Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G I'm not what a bitch want 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)