RJ always trippin' man
RJ always trippin' man
How the fuck I run up two hundred thousand off unemployment
A nigga tried to rob me last week, so I'm kinda nodded
I think I see the Jack boys right here, so my pistol loaded
I put some sugar in his gas tank and that bitch exploded
Did too much fraud in that bitch, now their account is frozen
I got twenty thousand all dubs my pockets swollen
Hit my cousin with a right jab now his eye is swollen
We ain't on that funny shit no more, we tired of trolling
I'm finna go blow a hundred thousand, I'm getting tired of stacking
You ain't really getting to the money, you just lollygagging
They gon' find his body in the river, so let's body bag it
I'm finna po up some wockhardt I need some jolly ranchers
And I made a free twelve racks off a Pay day loan
I hate when I get around a fan, and they play my song
Like play that shit on your own time
I don't wanna hear that right now
Shoot a pussy nigga then wave his ass goodbye
I just saw my ex bitch walking, so I flew by
This nigga smoking backyard boogie but this turtle pie
She ain't wanna fuck the first night she was kinda shy
He keep leavin' funny ass comments so he 'bout to die
I ain't po up no lean it feel like I'm finna die
I just keep on withdrawin'
Why I just catch my ex bitch on list crawler (fuck!)
What the fuck it that?
Nigga back page!
Shot a hundred rounds through his crib, he got whiplash
Why I just catch one of my ops at Six Flags
I should shoot up the roller coaster and kill his ass!!!
Shot that lil' nigga ten times, he on a shit bag
Walk around with dog shit on me that's a shit stain
I love fuckin' around with your bitch, she got excellent brain
Ran off on a college student he got good grades
Got kicked outta school 'cause I always got bad grades
Don't nobody wanna put you on, you got a bad name
Like you just bad business
He called his phone carried to get an extension
I don't wanna fuck with that bitch, she got bad intentions
Tryna rob me, that's not a good decision!
You drive a bakkie whip and that bitch keep clicking
I know you sittin' there mad as hell like why my shit won't start
She got bad weave, how the fuck can I see her part
Caught one of my ops at Coney Island, he was sittin' there parked
Niggas fucked up in the crib eatin' starch
I'm too stressed out, I'm 'bout to kill myself in the dark