RNO
Rule number one I ain't going back and forth with bitches
He the type to gossip like a hoe I jus mind my business
He the type to waste his fuckin' time I'm tryna get the millions
Way too much money around ya to be in ya feelings
Was just a kid when I touched 10k you don't know the feeling
You trippin dawg don't press me boutta bitch we was smokin' chillin
As a juvenile got caught up in some shit now I'm on higher livin
Say the wrong shit I still come spin bitch don't get it twisted
He said Ray a bitch? Fuck it broski go nd hit his biscuit
I told that boy I'd slide he stayed inside he ain't wanna risk it
The biggest dawg bitch I run this shit like fuck the competition
Don't forget me dawg if I leave this earth you better send one with me
If my brother died I'm quick to slide I'm screamin' Lord, forgive me
Strapped up every time I be outside because these boys envy
Baby I been had racks since a jit bet you ain't know that shit
Turned a 10 bag to 10 grand I ain't get it from my parents bitch
He the type to cry about a hoe I thought you knew that shit
If I took you out ya bag can't get it back cause I done blew the bitch
He was woofin' on the net but when I caught him he on Buddha shit
Can't argue with you baby, girl I told you that there's rules to shit
Rule number one I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches
He the type to gossip like a hoe I jus mind my business
He the type to waste his fuckin' time I'm tryna get the millions
Way too much money around ya to be in ya feelings
Sitting on your ass ain't got no bag and you just cry about it?
Go and get some racks can't get a job commit a crime bout it
Robbed his goofy ass five years ago he never slide bout it
And dawg I had his bitch hittin' them tricks why would I lie about it?
Okay let's switch it up like I done stuck bands to the side for when they pick me up
When gang outside they all be hiding these boys scared asf
You gave the hoes your Lo I know that you ain't big as us
Can't let no lil' bitch set me up
You think I'm stupid huh? You think I'm dumb enough to really trust a groupie huh
I sent my hoes on licks before you touch ah coochie thug
I got good with my words now everybody show me love
Hunnids, fiftys, lotta dubs
He the type to gossip like a hoe I jus mind my business
He the type to waste his fuckin' time I'm tryna get the millions
Way too much money around ya to be in ya feelings
Was just a kid when I touched 10k you don't know the feeling
You trippin dawg don't press me boutta bitch we was smokin' chillin
As a juvenile got caught up in some shit now I'm on higher livin
Say the wrong shit I still come spin bitch don't get it twisted
He said Ray a bitch? Fuck it broski go nd hit his biscuit
I told that boy I'd slide he stayed inside he ain't wanna risk it
The biggest dawg bitch I run this shit like fuck the competition
Don't forget me dawg if I leave this earth you better send one with me
If my brother died I'm quick to slide I'm screamin' Lord, forgive me
Strapped up every time I be outside because these boys envy
Baby I been had racks since a jit bet you ain't know that shit
Turned a 10 bag to 10 grand I ain't get it from my parents bitch
He the type to cry about a hoe I thought you knew that shit
If I took you out ya bag can't get it back cause I done blew the bitch
He was woofin' on the net but when I caught him he on Buddha shit
Can't argue with you baby, girl I told you that there's rules to shit
Rule number one I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches
He the type to gossip like a hoe I jus mind my business
He the type to waste his fuckin' time I'm tryna get the millions
Way too much money around ya to be in ya feelings
Sitting on your ass ain't got no bag and you just cry about it?
Go and get some racks can't get a job commit a crime bout it
Robbed his goofy ass five years ago he never slide bout it
And dawg I had his bitch hittin' them tricks why would I lie about it?
Okay let's switch it up like I done stuck bands to the side for when they pick me up
When gang outside they all be hiding these boys scared asf
You gave the hoes your Lo I know that you ain't big as us
Can't let no lil' bitch set me up
You think I'm stupid huh? You think I'm dumb enough to really trust a groupie huh
I sent my hoes on licks before you touch ah coochie thug
I got good with my words now everybody show me love
Hunnids, fiftys, lotta dubs
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Writer(s): Robbie Slagle
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