RetcH — Record It

They told me I lost it, I told them to suck it Rockin Balenci, I po' up in public My niggas be drummin, we pull up on dumb shit Please don't get shot because of niggas you run with Left in a Audi, I came in a Masi' Came with the gang, but I left with a mami I'm gon get [?] We not gon tweet, we gon' order a hommie White GGS but it look like sum lightning Lightshow outside and bitches from Diamond Gotta keep faith, gotta trust in the process He food in the hood, in the car, in the projects I really used to sell crack in the bando Come to the spot, bitch you can't bring your man tho Roll up the dodie, my nigga like Buddha Good with the .40, then we gon recruit ya I'm smokin' loud, and my bitch smokin hookah We not gon talk about it, we just gon shoot ya They dont want pay us? We uppin the K up [?] [?] When I was locked in my cell, had a banger I'm parked in a drop, in the car gettin ate up I got no love for these niggas they traitors Fuck all that fly shit, we duckin' indictments I hit that bitch from behind like the Heimlich Don't repeat nothing I told you In private I heard that new shit you dropped, it was garbage They play my shit and they put it on rewind Skirt in the foreign, I throw up the peace sign Ride in the drop in the snow with the heat on Get to the paper, that shit that we be on [This shit be fire?], record it Hit from the back and she throw it I got this drink on me, po'in I got this cash, I'm a throw it I got this gas, I'm a blow it Flight to the A and i'm zonin These niggas hating, you know it [?] Mercedes, you know it Bad lil bitch, [?] [?] Fill up your crib with some hot rounds [?] These niggas be faggots, they not with the static Go get em a Oscar these niggas some actors Shit hit the fan, they be playin the victim They gon press charges, you can't even hit 'em So I dont do beef with 'em, [?] Do what you want when you want when you winnin How you gon hate me but wish you could be me? These niggas worse than some bitches, they creepy That's my lil boo so I put her in GiGi's I cannot fuck with no bitch that be sneaky Ran up a sack and I make it look easy I'm in the trap with the strap rockin DG This for the streets, all my niggas they gettin it Play with that paper, they thought it was printed Slide in the Porsche makin plays out in traffic The fabric I dab in, the shit came from Paris This lil bitch with me, the bitch came from Denmark Ain't bout no money, dafuq am I here for? Pour'd on a plane got the drink through the airport Pulled up [?], gotta through the rear door Hol up' I been the realest one here since the get go That's why my ex's and hoes can't let go I got sum niggas gon shoot cause I said so Lil bro I'm rockin Amiri's, and I'm rockin Christian's [?] Toss up a perky, I'm lovin the feelin' Light up a blunt, [?] feelin