Ralo ft. Coltcaine Lyrics

[Cut the chit-chat and tell them how much we want]

Yeah, top dog nigga, the one

GMS drop boys, you dig

Them hard times is what made a nigga

Become successful then they hate a nigga

It's for my 'jects, I'ma make it nigga

I don't give a fuck how long it take a nigga

I gotta get it

I keep this shit so fuckin' playa I pop my collar with it

They call me the top dog, but with the dog I'm Ralo with it

How the fuck you tryna stack that paper up

If you not committed, nigga

Circle the block a couple times

Before I park mine on the rip

You can get your head bust

Know it's the dark side to this shit

I promise to get up out the rap game

If my heart not in this shit

Better watch how you approach me

Glock barking off the hip

I'm taking millionaire risks

I got a hundred thousand risks

If rap don't work, I'm back on Bellevue

I'ma flood that bitch with fish

I ain't gon' give a nigga nothing

Cause a nigga ain't gave me shit

You better get it while you can get it

Cause this shit a hit or miss

I gotta get it

I keep this shit so fuckin' playa I pop my collar with it

They call me the top dog, but with the dog I'm Ralo with it

Bricks fallin' out the sky, that was a nigga favorite wish

Money and murder, that's a nigga favorite dish

You better watch out for them drop boys before we put you in that twist

I ain't gotta get my hands dirty I could put you on that list

Don't hop in this car if you nervous, I ain't tryna put you in no shit

But I can put you on some paper

We talkin' 1008 grams

I'm a real deal scraper

You bring me sales, the price drop, That's a favor for a favor

Nah, for real, nigga

You bring me sales, then the price drop

If the number's good, then I might cop

I seen it all, I'm psyclops

I'm the one with the prime spot

When I'm in the 'jects, I'm in the blind spot

If you ain't know, you better find out

I was in the hole, but I climbed out

They all my sons, go to timeout