Raf-3o-x

Yo

Stackin’ blue hundreds, pink fifty’s right behind em’

Talkin’ shit up on that gram we can make you go viral

Them blue tips so damn cold, they freeze you up and stop your whole body

I don’t even like to talk bout’ weapons, but like fuck it go violence (uuugghh)

And I’m not even no violent person

But if you sprawl down on my brother roll out and stone him

You tryna’ be a big man, but play your role like Sochan

We knock yo hair up off yo head, we call it Yankee, no brim

Yo, stop all that pump fakin’, you won’t do it

Been fuckin’ on bad broads, certified milf doonies

You bought that gun for stares and looks, I bet you won’t even use it

I brought my squad up to the top, wrong or right I’m choosin’

My young **** tweakin’, he off them rocks, told that boy don’t do em’

These boys be fake crazy, they beat they bitch and think they brutal

You can think I’m bitchin’ ****, I don’t give no fucks that feeling mutual

I learned yo bitch like the back of my hand, I come in yo crib and loosen her

I’m doing shit that I been scared to do, but I’m not stopping now

She said that shit, I’m droppin’ out

That shit so foul, she drop em’ down

I took a look up at my bank, it ain’t no way I’m droppin’ out

It’s two years later, droppin’ now

I stack that bread high like amount

You gotta grind to us, so if you want that shit you sellin’ out

Four door, two hoes, one fender

My god, he playin’, we send em’ there

Black truck, stupid stars, tinted windows

Sell them snacks up out your book bag, and start to pay the way

I never thought my closest homie would turn fake and fadeaway

Spent bout five up on that gen, I wasn’t tryna’ lose my life today

Unless this road come to an end, in other words don’t slam the brakes

And I’m not even no violent person

But if you sprawl down on my brother roll out and stone him

You tryna’ be a big man, but play your role like Sochan

We knock yo hair up off yo head, we call it Yankee, no brim

I’m doing shit that I been scared to do, but I’m not stopping now

She said that shit, I’m droppin’ out

That shit so foul, she drop em’ down

I took a look up at my bank, it ain’t no way I’m droppin’ out

It’s two years later, droppin’ now

I stack that bread high like amount