Jerry Ricce
Two wrongs don't make a right
Why these niggas tryna take my life?
Put them guns down, won't say it twice
Caught a bullet like he jerry rice
On the road, can I stay the night?
But I got 11am flight
Am I gone, baby damn right
Getting used to this rap life
Like it's 88 with the crack pipe, know a young nigga dope my nigga
Jerry Rice, I'm the goat my nigga
Sorry had to let em know my nigga
If I let it go my nigga, niggas better hit the floor my nigga
Ain't nobody fuckin with the flow
Know these honeys always come and they go
Store runnin, nose runnin
Blowin money, could've gave it to the poor
But you out here playin with ya soul
New chain, but you hangin from a rope
Massa got you in and out the house
Tryna make it rain in a drought
Know the city fuck with a nigga
Goin up, like t pain in the south
Thirty three rangz, 14 carat gold
Lookin like fangs in my mouth
Treatin all these hoes like they bitches
We was on the road to the riches
But we had to change up the route
Swimming through the water
Better take cover when you see the waves come around
Niggas bet not play with us now
Niggas bet not, uh uh
Niggas bet not play with us now
Niggas bet not, uh uh
Niggas bet not play with us now
Pull up and we lay niggas out
All these blood stains on the couch
Watch what you say up out ya mouth
Niggas ain't playin with us now
Why these niggas tryna take my life?
Put them guns down, won't say it twice
Caught a bullet like he jerry rice
On the road, can I stay the night?
But I got 11am flight
Am I gone, baby damn right
Getting used to this rap life
Like it's 88 with the crack pipe, know a young nigga dope my nigga
Jerry Rice, I'm the goat my nigga
Sorry had to let em know my nigga
If I let it go my nigga, niggas better hit the floor my nigga
Ain't nobody fuckin with the flow
Know these honeys always come and they go
Store runnin, nose runnin
Blowin money, could've gave it to the poor
But you out here playin with ya soul
New chain, but you hangin from a rope
Massa got you in and out the house
Tryna make it rain in a drought
Know the city fuck with a nigga
Goin up, like t pain in the south
Thirty three rangz, 14 carat gold
Lookin like fangs in my mouth
Treatin all these hoes like they bitches
We was on the road to the riches
But we had to change up the route
Swimming through the water
Better take cover when you see the waves come around
Niggas bet not play with us now
Niggas bet not, uh uh
Niggas bet not play with us now
Niggas bet not, uh uh
Niggas bet not play with us now
Pull up and we lay niggas out
All these blood stains on the couch
Watch what you say up out ya mouth
Niggas ain't playin with us now
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Writer(s): La Ryda
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