Rasputia Lyrics

Aye

I'm a menace to society

I feel like O-dawg at the liquor store I got my nine with me

Can't hang around niggas if they ain't tryna grind with me

Goofy tryna buy a QP from me told him nine fifty

I bet he buy that shit

Try to run off on me you gone die boy don't try that shit

I was born a hustler and imma die like this

Bitch just text me that she love me girl how you lie that quick

You ain't gotta cap to me I know you want me for my money

Even if you let me fuck I bet you won't get nothing from me

I ain't pressed about no coochie you must think that imma dummy

If I wasn't getting racks all the hoes would think I'm ugly

Sike I'd still be fucking hoes if I was broke

Hit her with good dick I'll bless a bitch like I'm the pope

Ask to spend the night I'll look dead in yo eyes and tell you nope

Can't be laid up I'm tryna stack this pape up silly hoe

Man these niggas really know I be getting to it

I stay war ready just in case niggas want to get into it

Bought a new glizzy let's get busy can't wait to get to use it

Put a drum on it pull up on him and make him feel the music

Them bullets make him hit a dance

Ain't talking skateboarding when we be sliding in them vans

I don't make rock music but I stay with a lot of bands

I mess with the bows and scams bro play with the pots and pans

Yeah he be whipping it

But both of us make racks so what's the difference

You be talking gangster in yo raps but you ain't living it

Yo shots like dead homies you always missing them

My nigga you ain't tryna hit shit

If my Glock shoot its gone hit something boy this a hit stick

I call that choppa Rasputia cause that's the big bitch

AR with a drum gone need a bra it got some big tits

If I'm in a room with broke niggas I'm a misfit

My life like a movie but I don't act this shit ain't scripted

My brodie really made a killing off prescriptions

Everything I speak is factual you rapping fiction

Yall be falling off I'm sticking with it I'm consistent

Yo bitch done left you to come fuck on me because I'm different

Glocky or the smith'n pick yo poison yo decision

Either one you pick gone leave yo ass in critical condition

If they put me in that room Imma act like Helen Keller

If they put you in that room boy you gone snitch cause you a teller

Just ran into yo bitch she gave me neck and I just met her

Now she won't leave me alone I think it's time you come and get her

I'm Tay Keith when it's beef I get niggas fucked up

Put the clips to his head like he getting touched up

Or I might slide on his block and swing the chop like nun chucks

If I miss you I bet them bullets hit yo mans tough luck