Rarri

Back on my bullshit
Queens
Big Queens shit yeah
Yeah uh
Uh
Money cash hoes clothes
Tour full of sold out shows
Clutch my gun before I sell my soul
Ate good up top but it was way too cold
You can get killed for the hate you show
Hit em up Tupac if he gets too close
Get kidnapped for the shit you know
Get a head tap for the shit you wrote
Uh

Back on my bullshit
Had to spin back with a full clip
Loaded up I swear them niggas be foolish
Pump fake and never do shit
Fuck all that cool shit
If it's up then it's stuck
We don't really give a fuck
Swiss cheese a nigga's truck
If he's breathing its luck
Triggers squeeze and they bust

If I miss with the right
He'll get hit with the left
These new bullets I got
Will go straight through a vest
I want all that you've got
I won't settle for less
You should know not to flirt with the angel of death
Been cooking some shit like the lady in Menace
Don't fuck with these niggas don't fuck with these bitches
I go way harder than most of these artists
And I just be chilling I'm still independent
Might break a record while making these records
Im sipping a Guinness my name in the Guinness
Laugh in your face if you get in your feelings
And watch what you say cause them niggas be drilling
If he drop's a diss
Niggas tossing the disk
He'll get left in the trunk
I get angry as Krillin
Get wrapped in a cape
And get bent out of shape
If you come out your face
To a motherfucking Villan
You know where I'm from
I don't even gotta say it
Radio don't gotta play it
It still will go dumb
Tell my mother that I made it
I set a price they better pay it
I need it upfront
They want a cut off the back end
They want a piece of the action
Lil shorty was driving the boat
Now she wanna fuck with a captain

Money cash hoes clothes
Tour full of sold out shows
Clutch my gun before I sell my soul
Ate good up top but it was way too cold
You can get killed for the hate you show
Hit em up Tupac if he gets too close
Get kidnapped for the shit you know
Get a head tap for the shit you wrote
Uh

Back on my bullshit
Had to spin back with a full clip
Loaded up I swear these niggas be foolish
Pump fake and never do shit
Fuck all that cool shit
If it's up then it's stuck
We don't really give a fuck
Swiss cheese a nigga's truck
If he's breathing its luck
Triggers squeeze and they bust

If I miss with the right
He'll get hit with the left
These new bullets I got
Will go straight through a vest
I want all that you've got
I won't settle for less
You should know not to flirt with the angel of death
Been cooking some shit like the lady in Menace
Don't fuck with these niggas don't fuck with these bitches
I go way harder than most of these artists
And I just be chilling I'm still independent



Credits
Writer(s): Quel Merkerson
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