Roll the dice, Richie
KJ let the beat knock
First we get the drop, then we light the block up
Hit em in the ***, they the same before the cops come
I put thirty in my Glock and put a hundred in my Drago
My young and kind of one, I flew a modern totem nail up
To get a nigga gone, I press a button like a remote
I give a nigga stitches, he a bitch, I call him Lilo
I don't *** with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas two-faced
Trappin', jackin', rappin', most of my niggas get it a few ways
Clappin' bout that action, ain't no tellin' who I'm gon' shoot today
My house be full of ***in' killers, I ain't got no room to hang
When I'm talking, they talking down, they want the enemy
I got him smashed, but I ain't back, ain't got the energy
He smoked your dog, I ruled a check, we friends with benefits
Got a big bag, now she won't sign up for her chimney
Yeah
Yeah
One kill, two kills, I can not feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bag
At eighteen, I touched twenty racks, thought I was rich as ***
Before nineteen, had a hundred racks, I had to put it up
After I turned twenty, touched a quarter mil
I told mama, it's up at twenty-one
I touched a whole million, they thought I was bluff
Half a million worth of cars, and I got two-fifths I don't like
I go everywhere with my ***, now it's a real fight, tryin' to fight
Yeah
I got a nigga touch a diamond, he get hit on with these rifles
But they got bad to get away, you still gon' die, this on the Bible
You know Fredo, that my brother, can't wait till he on your back
Known for runnin' niggas, that's like one hundred, send photocats
I can call the player up to scope, be thirty-quarter back
I'm slidin' a bullet through Cadillac, kill him, trap me in the track
One kill, two kills, I can not feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bag
One kill, two kills, I can not feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bag
You know Fredo, that my brother, can't wait till he on your back
Known for runnin' niggas, that's like one hundred, send photocats
I can call the player up to scope, be thirty-quarter back
I'm slidin' a bullet through Cadillac, kill him, trap me in the track
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