[Verse 1] - CT Rahda
Yea, I got em, woo, woo
I just wanna bloody my knife, load up the nine, head tap splatter his mind
Fuck was you thinking? I’m riding in the dirtiest Lincoln
And CID don’t say a word and you be outta the precinct
For my niggas locked up that's spinning the yard
Stay green, stay boost, gym start by the jar
See them letters not coming, commissary empty, wifey still beefing, side piece fucking
Caught a new charge and they ain't running that concurrent
Got money for the bag but no food for the stomach
Dad told me hard head will make a soft ass, never fall for the head and a soft ass
Never lay your head whеre you keep your stash, and if the Feds comе guarantee its rats
We trap when the sun up and lurk when the sound down, momma said Rahmel you gotta chill you got a son now
Momma, I be damned if I let somebody gun me down, extendo out the window tryna give a op a hundred rounds Lord knows that I had to go to war with em, ball like Steph Curry had to even up the score with them
Arabs kick us out the store said we loitering, we had to duck the D’s and stay warm while the snows blowing
Auntie keeps begging for a dime piece on credit, I’m all about that chicken, cheese, bread, and mozzarella
I robbed niggas, I shot niggas, I fistfight I put work in, Pop tags I afford em, bought my bitch a new Birkin
Perks that not molly water, ooh got me slurring, I pull up in that foreign skrt skrt I was swerving
8OH nigga CT I'm putting on for my gang, fuck a bitch them back shots she’ll never forget my name
CT I been a Rahda I shoot you and your Uber driver free cam face and the body ill put ya face onto the shotty
Look boy if you go to jail never ever put your faith in a thottie, Wait, she said that I'm arrogant
She let me hit it on her period, Bad Boy I think that I'm Diddy, CT that's Cuse Town put on for my city
Stay with me in my bag now, got a bad bitch she deep throat with no gagging
Designer be my fabric, I be styling I love fashion
I'm a demon, I'm a savage, Brag cause I never had shit
[Verse 2] - Seth Dollar
I be seeing shit that make me feel like niggas be hatin
Stomach touch, up to something, nigga why is you waiting
2 Virgils, where I’m from, Nah, we call em 2-50s
Shit gets spooky when they free Lil yayo & Blizzy
Give ‘em no response and that’s how you kill ‘em for real
We gon keep gettin this paper while you wait on a deal
…Back then I use to think you niggas had it all
….Got stuck in Cuse, in Mandaties at the mall
Everything digital, even the smoke
Couldn’t pass it to you niggas, not even the toke
Shorty went, bodied herself, all she needed was rope
Got fresh, cleaned up, just needed the soap
I been sliding, riding, big timing
Where the fuck this nigga be, he hiding
Shorty said she know the address, we sliding
Shit looks like, Reptar on ice, how we gliding
I know who my friends is and I know who I’m cool with
Real set shit, not niggas I went to school with
Fuck the corona, I’m tryna be up by some pool shit
I ain't on the block, but holla at me for the tool kit
Mans did 7 years, came home to the lobster
Broiled, garlic butter, skillet, chini, with the mobsters
She ain't buy no merch, I’m on my virgin, never holla’d
CTG Rahda & Seth Dollar
Yea, I got em, woo, woo
I just wanna bloody my knife, load up the nine, head tap splatter his mind
Fuck was you thinking? I’m riding in the dirtiest Lincoln
And CID don’t say a word and you be outta the precinct
For my niggas locked up that's spinning the yard
Stay green, stay boost, gym start by the jar
See them letters not coming, commissary empty, wifey still beefing, side piece fucking
Caught a new charge and they ain't running that concurrent
Got money for the bag but no food for the stomach
Dad told me hard head will make a soft ass, never fall for the head and a soft ass
Never lay your head whеre you keep your stash, and if the Feds comе guarantee its rats
We trap when the sun up and lurk when the sound down, momma said Rahmel you gotta chill you got a son now
Momma, I be damned if I let somebody gun me down, extendo out the window tryna give a op a hundred rounds Lord knows that I had to go to war with em, ball like Steph Curry had to even up the score with them
Arabs kick us out the store said we loitering, we had to duck the D’s and stay warm while the snows blowing
Auntie keeps begging for a dime piece on credit, I’m all about that chicken, cheese, bread, and mozzarella
I robbed niggas, I shot niggas, I fistfight I put work in, Pop tags I afford em, bought my bitch a new Birkin
Perks that not molly water, ooh got me slurring, I pull up in that foreign skrt skrt I was swerving
8OH nigga CT I'm putting on for my gang, fuck a bitch them back shots she’ll never forget my name
CT I been a Rahda I shoot you and your Uber driver free cam face and the body ill put ya face onto the shotty
Look boy if you go to jail never ever put your faith in a thottie, Wait, she said that I'm arrogant
She let me hit it on her period, Bad Boy I think that I'm Diddy, CT that's Cuse Town put on for my city
Stay with me in my bag now, got a bad bitch she deep throat with no gagging
Designer be my fabric, I be styling I love fashion
I'm a demon, I'm a savage, Brag cause I never had shit
[Verse 2] - Seth Dollar
I be seeing shit that make me feel like niggas be hatin
Stomach touch, up to something, nigga why is you waiting
2 Virgils, where I’m from, Nah, we call em 2-50s
Shit gets spooky when they free Lil yayo & Blizzy
Give ‘em no response and that’s how you kill ‘em for real
We gon keep gettin this paper while you wait on a deal
…Back then I use to think you niggas had it all
….Got stuck in Cuse, in Mandaties at the mall
Everything digital, even the smoke
Couldn’t pass it to you niggas, not even the toke
Shorty went, bodied herself, all she needed was rope
Got fresh, cleaned up, just needed the soap
I been sliding, riding, big timing
Where the fuck this nigga be, he hiding
Shorty said she know the address, we sliding
Shit looks like, Reptar on ice, how we gliding
I know who my friends is and I know who I’m cool with
Real set shit, not niggas I went to school with
Fuck the corona, I’m tryna be up by some pool shit
I ain't on the block, but holla at me for the tool kit
Mans did 7 years, came home to the lobster
Broiled, garlic butter, skillet, chini, with the mobsters
She ain't buy no merch, I’m on my virgin, never holla’d
CTG Rahda & Seth Dollar
( Seth Dollar )
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