RPG ft. BFL Vic Lyrics

I ain't playing with this blaster, don't make me have to vaporize

Smokin' in these states, they hate the weed, this shit not legalized

Shit that I be puttin' in my body, I can't be scared to die

Hopped out, bitch, I'm masked up, look like a samurai

You should probably fall back, bitch, I know I'm all that

Walkin' with a broke nigga in a ball cap

Walkin' with a lean to the right from this bag

He's walkin' with a dream, but he's goin' outside

I'm trappin' in the bay, I'm hoppin' out, I gotta lock doors

Talk about bread, I break crumbs, I got a lot more

Slide into the fiends with stickers on they skateboards

I just stole, I gotta take more

I just smoked, but I gotta face more

Smoke out the bong, lookin' like I shot a RPG

Told the bitch to go and grab a napkin and pretend like she sneezed

My bank's statements show that I don't care about wants and needs

Stay hating

While I spill lean on my purple jeans

Fuck, that's the third time this week

What, why the fuck you lookin' like that at me

Mowing' through the grass, I see the snakes, why they rattlin' me

Fuck ayy, I'm stealin' the mic

Ayy, we the talk of the town, yeah, we all the hype

I just booked a first class, now we takin' flight

Mexican bitch with big titties, tryna stay the night

Is it me or Jayy fuckin' first, who's playin' some bets

I know I whip a boat, but why this bitch in a fishin' net

Bitch is really actor in these streets, she's staging a set

I don't need a lot, baby, I just need cake and net

Ayy, yeah, and maybe some bands too

The way I nut up in her hair, she thought it was cake too

Ayy, I want a cuff, but all of them ran through

All I had to show was bands, they lettin' them too

Talk about cake, I need that shit not on the birthday

Cashin' out, bape, just to turn around a bad day

Fuck her from the front, cause she said she had a backache

Why the fuck I catch your bitty on a back page

I ain't never finna pay a hoe, cause that shit's strange

Can you turn the bass up, I want the roof to shake

Shades off, had to turn around to make the bitch fake

It's a party, I'm tryna grab some cake

Yeah, it's a party everywhere I go

Summer in LA, at the club, somehow it still snows

Ayy, when I ain't even post, somehow she still knows

Sun went away, the moon's out, my shit still glow

365 days went by and you still broke

Heavy step in these boots, hear me comin' and in this steel toes

(Rick owens)

I make bread and you don't, yo, ass is toast

If you wanna see some bands, grab my pole

I'm talkin' bout the barrel, dumbass hoe

Already grabbin' dick, I know she want it, it's just how it goes

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