[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
(Funk or Die)
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Too many poles in this low, come try to touch me
Off-White to the socks, weed smellin' musty
It's gon' cost a lot of money if you wanna fuck me
Hit my mans for the sack, I don't deal with junkies
Police hit the lights, do the dash, got felonies on me
Mama said the 'za stink, she be smellin' it on me
You can tell the Drac' on, you can see it be on me
If we can't catch you, hit your fam and all of your homies
Free Rick and Los, my niggas some donkeys
The latest fashion, it don't cost, I don't got it on me
I put the bags in her trunk, told her drive that for me
Next time I get a chain, put a Pyrеx on it
[Verse 2: Skinny T]
I told the bitch, "You fuck with me, come on, you gotta listеn"
These niggas hoes, most of 'em bitches, ain't no competition
Niggas out here payin' for promotion, I'm gettin' paid by bitches
Everything you rap be all cap, we ain't tryna listen
Bitches leavin' hearts under my pictures, I ain't tryna kick it
Smokin' Collins Ave, my ice on, chillin' in the trenches
K bullets in the FN, it ain't no need for stitches
Was high as fuck stompin' through the hood, ain't have a pot to piss in
Every gun got a green beam, Glock came with switches
Bitch know a nigga from the hood, she know I'm from the trenches
We don't fuck with niggas over there, so we ain't tryna kick it
Know them niggas all cap, nigga, we ain't tryna listen
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
(Funk or Die)
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Too many poles in this low, come try to touch me
Off-White to the socks, weed smellin' musty
It's gon' cost a lot of money if you wanna fuck me
Hit my mans for the sack, I don't deal with junkies
Police hit the lights, do the dash, got felonies on me
Mama said the 'za stink, she be smellin' it on me
You can tell the Drac' on, you can see it be on me
If we can't catch you, hit your fam and all of your homies
Free Rick and Los, my niggas some donkeys
The latest fashion, it don't cost, I don't got it on me
I put the bags in her trunk, told her drive that for me
Next time I get a chain, put a Pyrеx on it
[Verse 2: Skinny T]
I told the bitch, "You fuck with me, come on, you gotta listеn"
These niggas hoes, most of 'em bitches, ain't no competition
Niggas out here payin' for promotion, I'm gettin' paid by bitches
Everything you rap be all cap, we ain't tryna listen
Bitches leavin' hearts under my pictures, I ain't tryna kick it
Smokin' Collins Ave, my ice on, chillin' in the trenches
K bullets in the FN, it ain't no need for stitches
Was high as fuck stompin' through the hood, ain't have a pot to piss in
Every gun got a green beam, Glock came with switches
Bitch know a nigga from the hood, she know I'm from the trenches
We don't fuck with niggas over there, so we ain't tryna kick it
Know them niggas all cap, nigga, we ain't tryna listen
( Toohda Band$ )
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