RKO Lyrics

Gun, M.O.B

Johnny Flay make that shit hard

It is 10, rip the jump out

Rip out

Fuck y'all hood

Free baby does it

When you come out with a nigga, might get that shit done

Never know

But yeah, I'm back

If you ain't know

For all that dissin, bet his ass on dope

And grab your gun, get your skeet, man it's time to talk

I sent him left, bro, on the right

He did not survive

Creepin' up in all he heard was that fuckin' five

Great story, he a pack

It's actin' thrax

Twin just called my phone today, he tryna catch a hat

Send a rookie in his merch, you won't get him back

Told bro I want J-Wheels, let me catch that tap

Anytime I diss the opps, you know that shit a fact

If you beef with YSM, then you better not laugh

Told bro just shoot the ball, man I got your back

Ain't played football in some years, but I can get a sack

The day the judge let me out, I took a nigga stick

I feel a iffy vibe in here, then I'ma blow your bitch

He tried to run into that, left him sick

And I ain't comin' to your function if I can't break a blick

I can't go back and forth with him, man his ass a bitch

I'm finna call my bro to get him since he like to snitch

Baby I ain't tryna fuck, let's just get this big

Ain't talked to BMS in some weeks, I told her set this bitch

Flash on my Glock, when I up, this is not a flick

A great white, when it's beef, you better not be a fish

Mike just sent a bitch

Doing all that damn flexing, I done took his shit

Boy we done spanked his ass so much, he tryna call it quits

A hundred shots, I make him fall, but he ain't drinkin' shit

Was out of town when I got low, oh I sent my pick

I see him, boy he gettin' fat, gon' cross him off that list

Gon' hit his face, we been out here duckin' tapes

I throw no punch my way or I'ma fap his face

He think his bitch too untouched, I'ma fuck his back

Point him out, I'm finna get him, nigga send my pack

He keep on trollin' on my phone, I'm finna send my back

Play that roll like you gon' fuck him, baby be that back

And if it go the right way, then you gon' get your pack

He think it's her, I'm comin' in, and where he playin' he left

Don't give a fuck if he up north, I'ma jump the gate

Ain't no bullhug with the kill, I pass the play

Dog, I'm a real slime, and I'm trained to go

Oh, I'm a viper when I catch him, RKO

I'ma fap him, he come out, man just watch me lay low

You hear that door open up, you gon' hear me say go

We gon' send him to the air, bet his fuckin' gang know

BM still stealin' my shit, she just let my line go

She let my line go