R3V3NG3 Lyrics

It's him! He's alive

Trio

Ay

Yah

Guess things

Just change

I'm in the coupe now, bitch making plays

Money doubled then it tripled, now it rains

I don't hold no fucking grudge, I get revenge

I'm a big step, drip on these lames

See me coming up, they don't know I'm insane

I'm seeing demons from the past in my brain

Lot of trauma, bitch, I had to deal with pain

Hold the Glocky and I put it to my brain

Might pull the trigger, this time, issa game

Love life, hate life, it's strange

Can't seem to make up my mind, this shit lame

I'm smoking blunts but lately I don't feel a thing

I got tolerant to drugs that I take

Trio make the money back everyday

Don't put no money in no bank or no safe

I'm reinvesting in the fucking blockchain

They see me stepping, always on my shoe gang

All I really want is love but they hate

I press the pedal to the floor till it break

I'm going fast, bitch, fuck what they say

I'm taking risks so I'ma have to charge for weight

Getting pounds, I'm the plug, not no fake

You can see the way I'm balling in my face

Just left the club with the ones that I came with

If you not talking money, drama then you ain't shit

I told my mama I'ma come up on some ace shit

But now I'm rolling with some stunters on some gang shit

We sparking fire like I'm rolling with some cavemen

She got down on her knees like she was saying amen

If he want problems, I can put him in the pavement

Or we can cut him up and put him in the basement

She looked at me and said, why you ain't got no patience

I told her, bitch, I got no time, I'm on a day shift

24-7 rolling while I lane switch

They be saying, why you rapping about the same shit

I told her, "bitch, I'm getting money, watch it shape shift"

And now I'm stacking up the profit, fuck a placement

Been rolling around the city looking for a David

He owe me money so I pull up for the payment

Fuck that talking bitch, we walking, fuck you talking bout?

He got a plan, I told my partner to go jot it out

He want the beef, I'm finna eat so we can solve it all

I got the lean up in the seat, I'm geeking off the wall

Ace

Guess things, just change

I'm in the coupe now, bitch, making plays

Money doubled, then it tripled, now it rains

I don't hold no fucking grudge, I get revenge

I just posted on the beachside, nigga, with some eastside niggas

They some killers, we ain't throwing up no peace signs

I'm in the studio with Ace and we stomping on your face

I got a badass little shawty, I wanna give that hoe a thing

Come back to my place, I wanna grip all on your waist

Take you up to outer space, dipping off inside a wraith

Got a baddie off the coke, put that shit all in her nose

Put my dick all in her throat, while I'm chilling with my bros

Pass the blunt to skimp, she gon' leave your body limp

We gon' break your fucking ribs, you keep talking out your lip

With my nigga trio, shoot you through the P-hole

Leave your body in the river, you a fucking zero

Talking all that bullshit, niggas do it all the time

They say they getting paper, but the numbers don't lie

You ain't got a cap, nigga, get it out the mud

Can't compare to me, my life is a dub

I've Always been low-key with it

They never knew that I was serving rounds

I cant say that now, cause I don't wanna go back to the pound

I got a job, got a bitch, got rich and settled down

Uh-uh, yeah, yeah, now I'm just pimpin

Skimp, fucked your bitch, and I call that shit skimpin

Always been a wild child, always been a vixen

Me, my bitch, and your bitch, we all kissin

(Mwah, mwah)

Can't hate the player, I'm the product of my environment

I think being a rapper the only job I couldn't get fired at

I got fired three days ago, and ain't been hired since

So if this song blows up, then I might go into retirement

Uh, yeah, bad bitch is the requirement

I'm making it rain, and my wrist ain't even get tired yet

Yeah, yeah, get tired yet

Guess things

Just change

I'm in the coupe now, bitch making plays

Money doubled then it tripled, now it rains

I don't hold no fucking grudge, I get revenge

I'ma run it up, got another check comin

I'ma get it no prob, cause I be up to sumthin

And you always bluffin

Damn, if that ain't mad assumption', then it's always nothin

Why you always frontin' and you ain't bout onions

It's whatever I feel, tell me what the deal

Got me feelin' clever, tell me what, be real

Run around, now I'ma sprint it quick and go and get the stilt

No undermining, I'm just Walter ' while I run in hills

Gettin' chills, and I'm not so into tossin' poppin' pills

Rather pop a seal, THC, it really got me still

Melancholy hill, I don't pop no Molly

Yet I'm up and I got time to kill

Schroomies, lift me up right from my cup, no, I'm not tryna chill

Cooler than magnolia with the flowers, but not daffodil

Yellow petals with my ripples, bring that treble, keep it real

Say one wrong word to the right person and you might end up killed

Rollin' with it on me, watch yourself before you in that field

Watch yourself before you be up in that field

Know what I'm tryna say, and I ain't tryna really end up killed

I don't wanna hear what you be sayin' if you're not hear

Ayy

You can just cut that