Rainbow $ix ft. 4oedell, D$, T-$k33zy, 313MadeVell & Yvng Swift Lyrics

Self made nigga like I'm Warren Buffett

Bitch you can't hit the road with me bitch if you ain't stuff it

I can't be your boyfriend, bitch no I ain't cuffing

Baby you a burger I ain't doing no McLoving

When that pack touchdown it get to stinking like McMuffins

Junkie hit that door, get to singing like he David Ruffin

Nigga this a TRX no it's not a scat

Have you ever got that load got it gone back to back?

Nigga reach for my chain get your shit pushed back

Niggas bragging 'bout some hoes that I already cracked

Like I'm Blicky Team you run up on me bitch you getting blicked down

This AR-15 came with a fully with a hundred rounds

Face card good in your hood bitch I get around

I can make a dub in any city off a turnaround

Blitz y'all on these bullets you won't ever get your limbs back

Eight deep, know we come with trouble in the Cadillac

Backstreet don't need to hit the front y'all boys can't handle that

I heard you keep a vest .762s rip through your fanny pack

Name a time you doubled back up on that block 'cause you ain't slid

This some shit that you won't hear in conversations mind your bizz

Niggas acting that they tough but in real life you niggas bitch

Glizzy holding fifty when I slide you know I use the fists on them niggas tripping

I get vicious when it's me and FN

What's your intentions we've been pressing like we get to benching

But all my dogs tear you to pieces when we get to fetching

I'm the one they call we get shit even when we get to stretching, yeah

How I'm stepping on the scene? Flyer than a bitch blunt burning like some steam

And my lady thick, beautiful, and she mean

Why she mad as hell? I ain't get her promise ring (I'm Sorry Baby)

And I ain't got the time to chop it up

I don't look over my shoulder I got shottas everywhere and every block I touch

Bitch I'm sliding with my 23 like this shit was the last dance

He never match I'm rolling up fat and I pass that

Bitch you saying that your lips popping? They some whoopie cushions

Caught up by police but it was fate I know I could've booked it

Heard his flow while smoking by the door I know I could've took it

Gassing on the beat like I just took a California kush hit

Niggas hit you with some money plots, but they don't think so if you hear them start to bullshit, nigga don't blink

It's like a virus going through your phone but it won't sync

Don't you know that you can lead a horse to water but it won't drink?

Better keep your piece cause I might bless you with this mask on

Shoutout Blicky Team 'cause all them rockets make you blast off

Treat the opps like blunts 'cause most these rappers getting ashed off

Rappers think they hot up in they field but couldn't last long 4oe

It's King!

Yvng Swift n Tahmond