R.B. Kwan
Time to rock me, boy, you got the right one
Rich on me, baby
All them type of niggas like shootin' * for fun
Hey, bro, truly, yeah, baby
Let's go
I be gettin' money, yeah, I get it out the close
Rules around town, still boppin' on Kwan
Heart so cold, so my feelings on no
Know I get it right, gotta lay on show
Never really needed these niggas for none
Every time I come around, nigga, ask for some
Ain't got nothin' for you, but it fit around drum
A whole lot of * in the back of the trip
Why these niggas ain't, they ain't talkin' about nothing
I be in the truck, still runnin' up files
Tryna rob me, but you got the right one
On the top of niggas like shootin' * for fun
Get in the quick, hold it while I try to run
And my A's on set, you'll think I like guns
At my own weight, ain't carry no name
Well, I know *'s solid, we ain't tellin' like run
I heard these niggas been hank
Last time I checked, boy, my pack had been strict
I was out of mouth, still runnin' up cake
Got a whole lot of back ends comin' this way
Wanna be me, you can see it in his face
Got it on my own, I ain't have to go
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Lie to the ho, tryna steal from sweat
Boy, that ho ain't even bad, you ain't got no taste
You the type of nigga, still $45
Still pull up in the car, lease, buy your baby mama
How the * is your boss if you ain't never paid the cost
You the type of nigga, reminiscing how you took a loss
Why that worry about a nigga, you ain't really gettin' far
Better worry about yourself, why I been doin' bars
I'm a real hood nigga, ain't no goin' back and forth
They gon' know when it's me, I might leave a bitch scar
They gon' know when it's me, I get arrogant
You know I'm the realest to do it, ain't no comparison
I pull up, I'ma roll a big dude, be there, no air in it
Chop a dick, I'll spit you into it, ain't no spare in it
Somebody gotta show these niggas stayin' they play
You decide to get the fix, now a nigga in the case
Gotta watch what I say, know that niggas somewhere plottin' and watchin'
I'ma put it right in they face
I be gettin' money, I get it out the closet
Roofs around town, still boppin' on Kwan
Heart so cold, so my feelings on no
Know I get it right, better lay on short
Never really needed these niggas for none
Every time I come around, nigga, that's for some
Ain't got nothin' for you, but if it around drunk
And a whole nother stick in the back of the truck
Why these niggas, they ain't talkin' bout nothing
I be in the truck, still runnin' up fast
Tryna rob me, but you got the wrong
On the top of niggas like shootin' * for fun
* in the quick, hold it right, try to run
And my aim so sick, you'll think I like guns
On my own way, ain't carry no knife
But I know *'s solid, we ain't tellin' like run