Scorpio SZN
It's Rah!
It's Rah!
Man, let's go!
Every season is a R.K. shiesty season
Scorpio SZN, you know that's the time
Me and Marni drop hot shit
I know some niggas that's tryna stop it
Both on our grind, it's time to lock in
These unreleased songs, it's time to drop them
The opps is watching
They think I lost them
At first I was lazy to actually drop shit
Now that I dropped there's more stopping (Gang!)
Shorty think that I'm a lame
But she don't know I'm no beginner
Hella shells in the crib
Boy I'm not like Master Splinter
Used to take them meds
But now I learned my lesson
I'm a winner
Money longer, cost quicker
Ain't no room for me to bicker (It's Rah)
These opps never last (Never last)
You caught one wolfin' on the net
Now it's finna be his last
These opps gon beg for a pass
Nah, lil bitch we on yo ass
Gonna pull up in 4
Bitch we a squad
And now it's time to blast
Man it's time to blast (Grahhh!)
Finna change the flow
Man I'm R.K.
I'ma make sure yo bitch she know
These niggas be fronting they move
But scared to drop the lo
Leave a new opp dead
Man, that's how you up the score
I'm all in control (Man I'm in control!)
We got gas like cigoff
And them narc drops
Nigga this a quick go
They like, what you live for?
Because bankrolls give her something to live for
Got a bad bitch for lil folks
Bitch we deep like mobs without the pitch forks
Rolling down the window
I'm so hot man, I gotta let out the indoor
Shit!
She like, "Man, you so special"
Yea you flatter me and shit
But I can't save you, I won't help you
All you niggas is some bitches
Getting sided past, catch you
Shorty said she hate my guts
She say "Wish I never met you"
She'll come back for the dick I bet you
I really don't care
Forgot how I met you
All this kiddy shit, bitch you ain't special
Don't know what you on
But hoping God bless you
Ain't answer my phone, I don't gotta text you
Ain't messing with you, your boyfriend a snitch
That boy text my phone
Talking 'bout sending a diss
I'm blocking his number
Can't listen to this (Can't listen to this)
Say, don't hit my line
Bro got a tool
And that bitch longer than a fucking spine
Don't get to close or you gon get hurt like a porcupine
Man, I'm so damn high, I can't even rhyme (Sheesh)
That boy don't fuck with you
Man how can you call him your slime?
Don't keep in touch with you
That boy won't even lend a dime (Damn)
Can't give a busser energy, won't even pay no mind
Me and the gang got synergy
Our shots all synchronized (Fah, fah!)
It's Rah!
It's Rah!
Man, let's go!
Every season is a R.K. shiesty season
Scorpio SZN, you know that's the time
Me and Marni drop hot shit
I know some niggas that's tryna stop it
Both on our grind, it's time to lock in
These unreleased songs, it's time to drop them
The opps is watching
They think I lost them
At first I was lazy to actually drop shit
Now that I dropped there's more stopping (Gang!)
Shorty think that I'm a lame
But she don't know I'm no beginner
Hella shells in the crib
Boy I'm not like Master Splinter
Used to take them meds
But now I learned my lesson
I'm a winner
Money longer, cost quicker
Ain't no room for me to bicker (It's Rah)
These opps never last (Never last)
You caught one wolfin' on the net
Now it's finna be his last
These opps gon beg for a pass
Nah, lil bitch we on yo ass
Gonna pull up in 4
Bitch we a squad
And now it's time to blast
Man it's time to blast (Grahhh!)
Finna change the flow
Man I'm R.K.
I'ma make sure yo bitch she know
These niggas be fronting they move
But scared to drop the lo
Leave a new opp dead
Man, that's how you up the score
I'm all in control (Man I'm in control!)
We got gas like cigoff
And them narc drops
Nigga this a quick go
They like, what you live for?
Because bankrolls give her something to live for
Got a bad bitch for lil folks
Bitch we deep like mobs without the pitch forks
Rolling down the window
I'm so hot man, I gotta let out the indoor
Shit!
She like, "Man, you so special"
Yea you flatter me and shit
But I can't save you, I won't help you
All you niggas is some bitches
Getting sided past, catch you
Shorty said she hate my guts
She say "Wish I never met you"
She'll come back for the dick I bet you
I really don't care
Forgot how I met you
All this kiddy shit, bitch you ain't special
Don't know what you on
But hoping God bless you
Ain't answer my phone, I don't gotta text you
Ain't messing with you, your boyfriend a snitch
That boy text my phone
Talking 'bout sending a diss
I'm blocking his number
Can't listen to this (Can't listen to this)
Say, don't hit my line
Bro got a tool
And that bitch longer than a fucking spine
Don't get to close or you gon get hurt like a porcupine
Man, I'm so damn high, I can't even rhyme (Sheesh)
That boy don't fuck with you
Man how can you call him your slime?
Don't keep in touch with you
That boy won't even lend a dime (Damn)
Can't give a busser energy, won't even pay no mind
Me and the gang got synergy
Our shots all synchronized (Fah, fah!)
It's Rah!
Credits
Writer(s): Rahman Keshiro
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