
RN ft. Luvv Rell Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yea uh, while I'm still strapped down with the motherfuckin' fire while I'm on probation
Yea uh, ff that nigga try to beef with the motherfuckin' gang, on god I'm gon bake him
Yea, but I got a gravedigger bullet for my opp, nigga I don't even gotta engrave him
Yea, I got a dead nigga sleep in my blunt, nigga, right now, I just encased him
Yea, I wanna put a opp right down, right now, I don't even got no more patience
Yea, and chase him hang a nigga up, and I don't even think that I'm racist
Yea uh, every time they I look in your eyes
I just be thinking, how the fuck could you sit here and tell me them lies
I'm way to gangster, even though I act like a villain
I kept this shit real, I didn't wear no disguise
Yea, but I still remember when I had that 1911
I fucked with that iron
Yea, but I'm finna spin down the block
Like I got baldheads on a motherfuckin' tire
It's a couple baldheads in my clip
Since I was 11, I'm toting them 9's
I ain't ever went told on the law
I ain't ever even call 9 11 one time
I just look at my Glock and that's my Machiavelli
I'm finna go slang with that iron
Pasta brain a rasta head I turn him to spaghetti
I twist the fuck up with that fire
I don't even know why that nigga spoke on my mans
I'll be happy when I see him die
Everybody know I'm quick to spark with that bitch
Back the fuck up or I'll make you fly
Everybody know I'm really trigger happy
Hand on the gun I'll let it fly
Yea uh, but why these niggas changed up on me
Uh, but why these niggas switched up I just hold this shit down for em'
Yea, but how the fuck I'm supposed to call you my bro
You ain't even finna smash for me
Please tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to call you my bitch
You ain't even hold a gat for me
And sometimes I don't even wan' be tweaking like this
But these niggas bring it out of me
Yea, sometime these lil' bitches get on my nerves
I should have one of my sisters go slap on em
Yea uh, while I'm still strapped down with the motherfuckin' fire while I'm on probation
Yea uh, ff that nigga try to beef with the motherfuckin' gang, on god I'm gon bake him
Yea, but I got a gravedigger bullet for my opp, nigga I don't even gotta engrave him
Yea, I got a dead nigga sleep in my blunt, nigga, right now, I just encased him
Yea, I wanna put a opp right down, right now, I dont even got no more patience
Yea, and chase him hang a nigga up, and I don't even think that I'm racist
Yea uh, every time they I look in your eyes
I just be thinking, how the fuck could you sit here and tell me them lies
Yuh, pop me a perky, this shit got me feeling like, woah
Your bitch, she pulled up to crib then she sucked up my tip then she ate up my soul
Winnin', don't need a cheat code, locked in I stay in that mode
We get in the whip, she start grippin' my pants ,god damn bitch you bold
Yuh, I'm tired of spinning
Been goin' back and fourth with bitch too long, need new beginnings
Yuh, I swear I'm spitting
These bitches switch up on you for another in a minute
Aye, I been gettin' high popping pills all day
That bitch tryna be my wife? No way
Ima be a household name someday
If you ain't tryna fuck bitch get outta my face
I hit the bitch phone, What ya doin' tonight?
She say she home alone, she say that I can come by
When I'm through with that bitch I make her say goodnight
And then I hop in my wheel then I leave, goodbye
I roll me up a spliff just to take away the pain
Im fucking on this bitch and she white like cocaine
Hit em' in his brain, I might go insane
This hoe, yeah, she chose up, yeah, she want my last name
Aye, can't let a bitch get to close to me
I'm standing at the top where I'm 'posed to be
I sing to the bitch like I'm Jodeci, aye
Yuh, In her guts, yeah, the bitch getting noisy
The bitch screaming, "Rell destroy me"
She keep calling, that bitch annoying
I'm toting my stick I'm tryna put em' in the ground
We creeping on his block, that shit don't make no sound
I can tell from how she look she, want it now
Said, "Meet me here", she on the way to pound town
Yeah, I'm tryna put an opp right down, right now, I don't even got no more patience
Yeah, we trace em', hang is ass up and I don't even think I'm racist
Yeah, every time I look in your eyes
I just be sitting here thinking like how you gonna sit here and tell me them lies