CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Royal Rumble
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
F**kin' with these b*t*h a** outsiders, man
F**k 'em, look
Look, look
Lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints, it's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school, I was so defiant
Bored as hell, I think me and my b*t*h finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain't no running from a n***a slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun, the only time I talk to judge
F**ked a b*t*h, I saw her on TV, but it's not The Grudge
N***a so tough in them skinnies, b***on 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer, but I call this b*t*h a silencer 'cause when I shoot this b*t*h at this n***a, bet the n***a hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hmm)
Why would I f**k on bro b*t*h, my b*t*h better, yeah, off her bikini
Sh*t, smoke on a n***a like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery
(Yeah)
Done wearing the big B's, I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a b*t*h wig off like, "Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw-dogged your baby mama, what you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water gon' make it bad, it can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour, ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot, I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a d**k sucker
How the f**k you gon' keep sliding and not hit nothing?
If a n***a in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My b*t*h got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I f**ked her and like six cousins
Drinking lean for ten years the cause of my big stomach
Pop you with a gun inside a gun, it got a kid on it
That b*t*h was all gold with a sandpaper grip on it
Girly say she knew I can f**k from the hip motions
Sixty racks for my new kit, look like I'm moving up
Don't drive fast coming down my block, I might shoot it up
Put a whole gram on the table, watch Unc oot it up
They say I've been acting real stiff, it's time to loosen up
N***as out here drinking cut lean, trying to act high
N***a, you be coming off the bench, I'm the franchise
Fell in love with a blasian b*t*h, she got cat eyes
Me, Yachty, Ray, Kidd, and Rio the fab five
All my n***as in the street, don't know no rap guys
Holy water from my jeweler, I got baptized
F's on my hip, I got F's on my hat now
Fear of God, demons on the Chally, see the Scat down
My son got a bankroll bigger than n***as
N***a playing crazy, put his a** in the blender
Blend game crazy, take a half to a chicken
We are not the same, this Dior on my D**kies
Codeine Cowboy
Ask around, lot of noise
Draco in the whip, ride with me, I'm a Choppa Boy
Purple in my cup, jewels dancing, b*t*h, I'm BlocBoy
N***a reach for my sh*t, get popped for it
I ain't with Tez, but I ain't throwing hands, I'm a GlockBoy
The first thing I ever bought my son was a Glock toy
Bro riding in a rental with three cannons, he a hot boy
Michael Jordan, Glock 23 with twenty-two, the other Glock Curry
Rrr, that's how the 'Cat sound
Mike got the Glock in the club, but they ain't pat him down
I'm with the Drank God, he could possibly pull some Act' out
I'm on the South side, with a apostrophe in the crack house
Eighteen hundred dollar bag, pull a Glock out it
You say you a real drinker, pull some snot out
Two K's laying on the couch, I put the Glock out
B*t*h bent over trying to tie her shoes, pulled my c*ck out
Used to have the standard clip, I got a mop now
Sh*t, gang, what we pouring? I got a pop now
N***a put the gun down, you getting get knocked out
Seen the opps at the store, hopped out a droptop with chop out
My big homie got a couple keys, we can't get locked out
Everybody know you really a b*t*h, put that Glock down
N***a came as the shooter, but he got shot down
Ever since the cash came legit, I'm buying opps now
N***a shook his drank up, it made the pop sound
The lean plug finna retire, I need a doc now
Hop up out the car and bang-bang like he Pops now
Three-five in a Grabba leaf, this ain't no cigar
Pull up in my hood fresh as hell like a trap star
All a n***a do is talk fibs, he a cap star
N***a can't tell me sh*t about no drank, I done drunk Barre
Yeah, scurvy n***a with the pints, I cut raw
Untrustworthy, I can't get a plug 'cause I'll run off
Thirty hanging out the Glock, I up [?]
Twenty-nine shots went out the head, this b*t*h one off
Got jumbo bezel, wanna bet? I can't find my hand
Shady n***a, pop a Xan', I'll rob my friend
Sixty thousand every play, every time I land
Chopper big, hanging down my leg, it can't hide in my pants
Yeah, I done Chrome Heart me (B*t*h)
I'll take a n***a chain at his own party (Pu**y)
Real hitter, f**k a shooter, got a whole army (Phew)
N***a soft, never caught a body, you just told stories (You lying)
I woke up and cashed a Wraith, I ain't tell nobody (No cap)
I heard n***as took your sh*t, you ain't tell nobody (Better do something)
If this rap sh*t fail, I'll sell more Wocky (Yeah)
You lame, n***as treat you like a hoe, better kill somebody (Kill something)
F**kin' with these b*t*h a** outsiders, man
F**k 'em, look
Look, look
Lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints, it's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school, I was so defiant
Bored as hell, I think me and my b*t*h finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain't no running from a n***a slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun, the only time I talk to judge
F**ked a b*t*h, I saw her on TV, but it's not The Grudge
N***a so tough in them skinnies, b***on 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer, but I call this b*t*h a silencer 'cause when I shoot this b*t*h at this n***a, bet the n***a hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hmm)
Why would I f**k on bro b*t*h, my b*t*h better, yeah, off her bikini
Sh*t, smoke on a n***a like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery
(Yeah)
Done wearing the big B's, I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a b*t*h wig off like, "Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw-dogged your baby mama, what you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water gon' make it bad, it can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour, ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot, I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a d**k sucker
How the f**k you gon' keep sliding and not hit nothing?
If a n***a in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My b*t*h got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I f**ked her and like six cousins
Drinking lean for ten years the cause of my big stomach
Pop you with a gun inside a gun, it got a kid on it
That b*t*h was all gold with a sandpaper grip on it
Girly say she knew I can f**k from the hip motions
Sixty racks for my new kit, look like I'm moving up
Don't drive fast coming down my block, I might shoot it up
Put a whole gram on the table, watch Unc oot it up
They say I've been acting real stiff, it's time to loosen up
N***as out here drinking cut lean, trying to act high
N***a, you be coming off the bench, I'm the franchise
Fell in love with a blasian b*t*h, she got cat eyes
Me, Yachty, Ray, Kidd, and Rio the fab five
All my n***as in the street, don't know no rap guys
Holy water from my jeweler, I got baptized
F's on my hip, I got F's on my hat now
Fear of God, demons on the Chally, see the Scat down
My son got a bankroll bigger than n***as
N***a playing crazy, put his a** in the blender
Blend game crazy, take a half to a chicken
We are not the same, this Dior on my D**kies
Codeine Cowboy
Ask around, lot of noise
Draco in the whip, ride with me, I'm a Choppa Boy
Purple in my cup, jewels dancing, b*t*h, I'm BlocBoy
N***a reach for my sh*t, get popped for it
I ain't with Tez, but I ain't throwing hands, I'm a GlockBoy
The first thing I ever bought my son was a Glock toy
Bro riding in a rental with three cannons, he a hot boy
Michael Jordan, Glock 23 with twenty-two, the other Glock Curry
Rrr, that's how the 'Cat sound
Mike got the Glock in the club, but they ain't pat him down
I'm with the Drank God, he could possibly pull some Act' out
I'm on the South side, with a apostrophe in the crack house
Eighteen hundred dollar bag, pull a Glock out it
You say you a real drinker, pull some snot out
Two K's laying on the couch, I put the Glock out
B*t*h bent over trying to tie her shoes, pulled my c*ck out
Used to have the standard clip, I got a mop now
Sh*t, gang, what we pouring? I got a pop now
N***a put the gun down, you getting get knocked out
Seen the opps at the store, hopped out a droptop with chop out
My big homie got a couple keys, we can't get locked out
Everybody know you really a b*t*h, put that Glock down
N***a came as the shooter, but he got shot down
Ever since the cash came legit, I'm buying opps now
N***a shook his drank up, it made the pop sound
The lean plug finna retire, I need a doc now
Hop up out the car and bang-bang like he Pops now
Three-five in a Grabba leaf, this ain't no cigar
Pull up in my hood fresh as hell like a trap star
All a n***a do is talk fibs, he a cap star
N***a can't tell me sh*t about no drank, I done drunk Barre
Yeah, scurvy n***a with the pints, I cut raw
Untrustworthy, I can't get a plug 'cause I'll run off
Thirty hanging out the Glock, I up [?]
Twenty-nine shots went out the head, this b*t*h one off
Got jumbo bezel, wanna bet? I can't find my hand
Shady n***a, pop a Xan', I'll rob my friend
Sixty thousand every play, every time I land
Chopper big, hanging down my leg, it can't hide in my pants
Yeah, I done Chrome Heart me (B*t*h)
I'll take a n***a chain at his own party (Pu**y)
Real hitter, f**k a shooter, got a whole army (Phew)
N***a soft, never caught a body, you just told stories (You lying)
I woke up and cashed a Wraith, I ain't tell nobody (No cap)
I heard n***as took your sh*t, you ain't tell nobody (Better do something)
If this rap sh*t fail, I'll sell more Wocky (Yeah)
You lame, n***as treat you like a hoe, better kill somebody (Kill something)
