Lyrics: Lil Rb
Music: Lil Rb
[Verse 1]
You won't catch me hangin' with them niggas
They don't wanna be they self
Keep my life on go, won't hear me talkin' 'bout the pain I felt
Jeans skinny, Glocky make it tighter something like my belt
This shit for real cause when I take it off you catch a couple whips
Niggas ballin' like for real dunkin' like I'm Buddy Hield
We're just in the field his pockets dry he never seen a field
Bad bitches like "Who rb? I wanna piece of him."
Bustin' down these pieces with my brothers we a team for real
In the stu', clutchin' KelTec I don't trust a soul
Fat shit, hit the turbocharge, **** a sports mode
[?] on his block, we almost got that whole street closed
God gave me tunnel vision, guess it's like my cheat code
You gotta get that needle in that [?] that had the streets sold
Prices they ain't goin' down 'less you cop like 3 bowls
I ain't scared to die, no, I ain't scared to cry
But I can't go like that so when its time we let them bullets fly
They say "Rb, what that mean?" huh, rich boy
Know I'm running back, bitch I never ran a track
Ain't no hand outs, bet you can't agree with that
Went up on the curb, when I speed, now my tires flat
Baby we could **** around, I don't want no strings attached
Heard you bought a gun, still got robbed, with yo' stupid ass
Put a hundred grams in your hands, what you gon do with that?
****in' up my opps family members, that's why niggas mad
You say you wanna get them grams going, what's yo' purpose
My cousin in that jam, can't even ask him was it worth it
Ballin' all 2022 that's for certain
Drop petty 10 on my whip still not hurting
Niggas do a lot, The [?] be in my cup it be purpin'
These 7.62's get rearranged like a surgeon
Turn the music up when up on speeds I get nervous