RB Freestyle III

Part 3
RB shit nigga I got it on a chain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like I'm tryna shoot a nigga just for nun'
I'm tryna boom a nigga just for fun
Walk up, pop a nigga with the gun like
And we still make em run like

Huh, G got a stick and a laser
We gon' catch a Opp, I'm a blazer
We gon' put that lil nigga in placer
Bullets they cut like a razor
Chain ice, like a glacier
Punch on a nigga like Frazier
I'm in charge of this shit like the major

Yeah, KV that's right, Bloodhound Real Ryte
That G-Lock got a sight, been ballin' like Mike
Thick bitch, my type
Take a lil nigga life, up blick on sight

Them niggas know that it's me when I come down the street and I throw up RB
You get taxed for the verse I ain't rappin' for free
If I catch me a Opp he get rolled in a splee
When I spin through they side I'm gon' hang out the V
In the trap every week cuz the bros servin' keys
Know that bitch on my dick cuz I'm paid and I'm flee
And I smoke out the zip, bitch I'm smoking on P
Take a look in my cup bitch I'm sippin' on lean
When I geek off a perc niggas know i'ma tweak
I just fuck on that bitch then I block and delete
You cant fuck with my gang you ain't fuckin' wit me
If that boy try to front he get put on a tee
And I meant what I said I ain't coppin' no pleas
Niggas talk to the feds but they still wanna beef
How the fuck is you tough and you talk to police?
Yeah, swear that lil shit make no sense
Niggas play with my bro we gon' spin
Bitch I been on that block ever since
Play with this shit get you shot, any time it's a Opp get em popped
Really been buggin' alot
I still post by the store and I'm serving that rock
I'm always gon' be on hots
I can't leave out the crib if I don't got my glock
Gang in the spot, make it hot
Know these niggas rats yea they talk to the cops
Brodie still beatin' them pots
Shit got real, I don't talk to my pops
Bitch I'm boolin' just counting these knots
I Keep stacking them blues to the top

When you see me get lit I deserve it
Like bro tryna shoot a nigga with no purpose
King of my sound bitch I birthed it
I Swear these lil niggas really worthless
Young niggas really lurking, like they do a hit for a bag
If I pick up that phone then you gettin' tagged
Mods on the G this bitch don't got a flash
We get the drop do you bad, like you better keep you a gun
Bend through that street and we yellin' "don't run"
I get mad and I spin just for fun
You get shot, I ain't runnin' no ones
It's a beam on the Glock and that Drac' got a drum
Hollows go straight to your lungs
Catch them lil niggas and they done

Catch them lil niggas and they done
We tryna make a lil nigga run like hop out shoot a nigga just for fun nigga
Walk up, boom a nigga just for nun
Like, they see me and all them niggas run