Correction Lyrics Get the Memo by Rucci

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RJ
Uh

Give my goony some bread, so he comin' through your window
Creepin' on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
I don't play around with rappers, I'ma keep this simple
I want the M's and that's it, you gon' get the memo
Don't play with my paper, don't play with my paper
I don't need no more favors, just pay me my paper
Uh, slide me my bread ($tupid Young)
That green light on your head (Uh, look)
Don't play with my paper

Please don't play with my fetti (No, no)
Creepin' through your hood with a motherf**kin' semi' (Brrt)
Hold up, I don't think these n***as ready
See me in your nightmare like my name is Freddy (Ah)
We gon' creep through his hood in a Benzy (In a Benzy)
Leave his brains all red like spaghetti (Like spaghetti)
Got that 40 on me, I'ma hold it heavy
I been tryna dodge UCs in the Chevy
Hold up, n***a, you know how I do
Glocks on when opps out when we ride through
In and out through his block like a drive-thru (Skrrt)
Left a n***a shirt all red like he from Piru
It feel good when your neighborhood behind you (Uh)
It feel good when the city cosign you (What?)

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