lirik lagu justin rarri – rill
[verse]
yeah, walkin’ on the motherf~cking e~way
we gon’ hit him off on the traphouse
i ain’t even tryna talk about it
stop acting like you with it, you don’t air out
i need some more bottles for these b~tches
you peep how a young n~gga finna play out
run in your home
he say he [?] at the store
we finna hit us some more
new goose
i need a bag [?] while i drop the top like that new boosie
five bands for a bird, no b~tch, i don’t work
do whatever i want, i got new blue cheese
they gon’ do you with me, i got shooters with me that hold a lot of weight
i need thick groupies
[?] how you ridin’
i got the word that a n~gga was plottin’ on who the f~ck goofy ain’t think we was slidin’
bet your b~tch on percs, yeah, uh~uh, uh, yeah, yeah
i ain’t trapping [?] b~tch, i want bands
shawty gon’ f~ck ’em up with an fn
counting up all these bodies, let’s drop ’em again
we gon’ handle an opp, told him bring out his mans
bring in more b~tches, uh
i got racks in my pocket, i tell you i’m ready to go, n~gga
i don’t think ’bout an opp, swear a n~gga on drop
gang be ready to pop
they gon’ go get cvs, and my bro ’bout a bag
[?]
she do not give a f~ck about her n~gga
but like a burner, she ready to blow n~ggas
go far, said i wanted the smoke
i want big [?] finna get up a million quick
i don’t think i got hot then i might catch a body
i’m tryna get both, a shooter [?]
gon’ get it regardless, i put that on god
i got so many reasons i don’t need to step
skeezer, i remember they jacked my speaker
[?] run out of bugatti
he probably don’t like me, give that boy a feature
we gon’ run up a hundred and [?]
yeah, i just need a press to [?]
at the end of the day, you ain’t stacking no bread
how the f~ck am i beefing with a little broke boy?
i be choking your ho like a ho [?]
got a whole lotta racks, i get dough, boy
[chorus]
[?] no k!ller
f~ck what he talking about, i got a hundred b~tches i ain’t [?] with no n~ggas
forty [?] for the back, on god
i ain’t lacking, b~tch, suck my d~ck [?]
re~up, said the b~tch tryna f~ck and i meet her
i could care less, get a bag, i don’t need her
lord knows when i’m real like [?]
fakes, no k!ller
f~ck what he talking about, i got a hundred b~tches i ain’t [?] with no n~ggas
forty [?] for the back, on god
i ain’t lacking, b~tch, suck my d~ck [?]
re~up, said the b~tch tryna f~ck and i meet her
i could care less, get a bag, i don’t need her
lord knows when i’m real like [?]
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