RITA (Reason I Take All) Lyrics

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me

I'm testing the bitch like a Rorschach

Don't be asking me where was yo whore at

So far up I can't tell where the floor at

Pitching game, let me catch her like snorlax

Spittin' game and I sex her that's pure facts

Hit da ho and she told me record that

Knock her boots from the front like a doormat

Pull her roots from the back for the pure smack

Yeah she love when I give her the back shots

Love on fire can hear how her back pop

Ain't no creak of the bed the neighbors be hearing what said

No mystery, Matlock

From the back like a shed the haters be grieving her head

No misery, padlock

I am the key, too many flows like the seas

Known to roll with the G's

Now she hate me

Thought it was love from the start she crazy

Dangerously in love don't say Bey

Hives on skin her thoughts got hazy

Lives at stake she thought her baby, wasn't yours

She got back in the black Mercedes

Manifested situations worth waiting

Next time I gotta stop persuading

And leave her alone cause she for the streets

Even though we tore up the sheets, it was passionate

I'm way past the shit she made me high and I had to get

Detoxed from a woman's scorn

Don't sleep walk in a field of thorns

I Realized when it rains it pours

I'm living life face to face with swords

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me

Mothafuckas, I'm back and I'm ready for action

Lights, cameras, packed in

Rush the do' from the rear and I'm lookin' for back ends

Pay up or get smacked in

Take yo hand from the wrist if you steal

Wit one swing of the hatchet

Pick up Nina and fill up her head

I love a dirty lil ratchet

Make her bust with my index

She stay triggered to make yo ass ingest

She got lead from the start to the end

Learned to pop it to impress

Not a queen cause she blow like the wind

Yeah I call her my empress

Stay with me and we gone like the wind

Need my money with interest yeah

Better watch yours, cause I got more

Headed straight to the tip of the top floor

Pull the Glock from the bottom of the sock drawer

Netflix and chill with no popcorn

The bitch came for real with her socks on

And I poke from the side like a hawthorn

She be loud with a scream like a foghorn

Wanna keep it discreet like it's softporn

We can put the guns down nigga knuckle up

This'll be a long ride nigga buckle up

Slick talk but you never ever hustle us

Came from a long line of some hustlers

You get overthrown, call me Corleone

Bitch I sit the throne, I stack provolone

On beat, metronome, she eat chromosomes

She set traps like she at the crib home alone

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me

You niggas obsolete

I'm the lock, the key

TuRa Moonwalk across the beat

See girls fly round then flock to me

So pardon me