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Rahkka-47 (aye)

Rahkka-47 (aye)

Rahkka-47 (aye)

Rahkka-47 (aye)

Rolling off that E, down the street, in my AMG (aye)

Get that dope for free, mane (yeah)

Big tree trunks light 'em up, guaranteed mane

Every time a motherfucker pull up, make him see pain (ooh)

I be rolling with my brothers and no others (aye)

We do originals, we don't do covers (aye, aye)

If I catch the opps I'ma make 'em suffer

Tell yo daddy that he should've worn a rubber

Poppin choppas, Pop a molly pop a pussy boy (ooh)

Got a K, got a nine, got a bunch of toys

Yeah this life is a lot just to maintain

Couple bottles, couple pillies, and some cocaine (aye)

If you see me walking 'round, better pray mane (ooh)

If I catch you lacking you better obey mane (aye)

Everyday I wake up it's the same mane (ooh)

I'm not okay mane, this just ain't the day mane (fuck)

Riding 'round town with my hands down on my Glock

Tucked in my night gown, take 'em out without sound (what?)

We them clowns sending rounds off at your house

Call my plug saying please can I get an ounce (yuh)

47 till I motherfucking die

You know me and my brothers never let a sucker slide (nah)

Got the city locked, whole block terrified

we the reason why you see these fucking bullets fly

Popping tags with some acid in my system (aye)

Keeping tabs with my motherfucking pistol (aye)

Press it up to his lips, make it fucking kiss him (aye, yuh)

Feelin' good off that MDMA Crystal

Mix the Reggie with tobacco, coming through the back door (aye, ooh)

Finna stop your cash flow, Smoking on that Indo (aye, ooh)

Bitches always tryna fuck with me I just say no (aye)

Might just fuck around and down a bottle of Drano (ooh)

Pussy ass motherfuckers always talking shit (shit)

All these groupies tryna talk, I'm exclusive to my bitch (bitch)

Kelpy always on the grind, never gon' quit (quit)

I've been getting money all my life, since I was a jit (jit)

I can't put my money in the bank, it won't fit in (nah)

Vicodin on my desk, I get Benji then I sniff it

Toasted in the pen, I can't even fucking visit (aye)

How yo bitch so loyal but she just gave me her digits

I pull up toting that chopper, put you in Davy Jones' locker

I ain't got no fucking beef like the impossible whopper

Degree in slaughtering coppers, it takes an army to stop us (what?)

Red head motherfucker, I ain't not novice

Roll through your hood, always misunderstood

Always lighting some wood, always up to no good (yuh)

Pull up on your block, always going for a walk

Always pull up with my Glock, all these bitches want my cock