RNT Lyrics

Ayy, look, on my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone

I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong

I don't want patnas with these niggas, no, we do not get along

And I'll be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own

On my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone

I'm chasin' commas, cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong

Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along

And I be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own

And this shit all I know, I drop down on my knees and pray, cause this shit all I want

I talk to God, that's everyday, cause he know what I don't

And I'll be damned before I let a nigga touch my folks

Stickin' out your hand, ain't doin' shit for you, go get your own

Lil' nigga feelin' grown, I hit 18 I hit release, promoters hit my phone

My pockets fat, they on obese, and I'ma get some more,

And all you niggas rats, you all police, and we don't fuck with those

Ayy, fresh up off the porch, I'm in the field with both feet,

Runnin' shit just like it's sports, I'm in this bitch with no cleats

Day to day, like back to back, I'm rappin' packs with no sleep

You fuck with Kae and it's a rap, you think it's cap we gon' see

Aye on my granny, we gon' see like 20/20

Jit be trappin' for the fun, remember trappin' for the money

I wrap that brick and get it done, then fuck this bitch out of her bonnet

But I do not love these hoes, I flip a bitch like she a onion

Aye cause I'm my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone

I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe it's smellin' strong

Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along

And I'll be dyin' for I get some help, I did it on my own

Yeah, and I ain't ask a nigga for shit But if I did you know I went demandin' with that blick

Drop a ten right on a fit I spent your rent on 45th

Can't get a kiss, this shit ain't sweet, I play a bitch like New York Knicks

Huh aye, I said damn, where you get that ass bae I'm tryna feel sumn

I'm in the bushes on that grass, tryna drill sumn

Baby Jay be waitin' with that drac he tryna kill sumn

You bands deep outside the whip, and fuck it, we gon' still come