RILL - Justin Rarri

Wallen on the motherfuckin E-Way

We gone hit the north find the trapout

I aint even tryna talk about stop

Acting like you with it you dont air out

I need sum mo bottles for these bitches

You peep how a young nigga finna play out

Run up ya hoe

He say he lit finna boom at the store

We finna hit us sum mo

New Gucci

I need a baddie to suck on a nigga

While I drop the top thats that new boujie

5 bands for a burk no bitch I dont work

Do whatever I want thats that new blue cheese

They gon do you on me I got shooters with me

That hold alot of weight, I need thick groupies

Hold up bitch dont make noise while you riding

I got the word that a nigga was plotting on who the fuck?

Goofy aint think we was sliding

Bag your bitch on purpose

Yeah uh uh UH yeah yeah

I aint trippin about no lil bitch I want bands

Shorty gon fuck em with the FN

Countin all of these bodies that drop in my hand

We gon handle the opp tellem bring out his mans

Bring in more bitches

I racks in my pocket I tell you im ready to go nigga

Ion think bout a opp

Swear a nigga gone drop

Gang be ready to pop they gon go getchu

She be easy my bro bout to bag her

She beggin my guyza to buy up some more liquor

She do not give a fuck about her nigga

Like a burner she ready to blow nigga

Go far, said I want all the smoke

I want big war, finna get up a milli invest

I dont think I could hide I might catch a body

Aint tryna get booked for shooting at his neck

We gone get it regardless I put that on god

I got too many reasons I dont need to step

Skeeza

I remember they aint Jack my speaker

I do not mix with nobody rent out a Bugatti

He probably dont like me give that boy a feature

We gon run up behind em aint checkin ya pockets

I just needa press em posting like a female

At the end of the day you aint stacking no bread

Why the fuck am I beefing with a lil broke boy

I be choking ya hoe like a hoe boy

All that talk finna dump at his face new killer

Fuck what they talking bout I got 100 bitches

I aint macking with no niggas

40 bands up in the back on god

I aint lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers

Re up said the bitch tryna fuck, can I meet her?

I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her

Lord knows run the bread like a meter

Face new killer

Fuck what they talking bout I got 100 bitches

I aint macking with no niggas

40 bands up in the back on god

I aint lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers

Re up said the bitch tryna fuck, can I meet her?

I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her

Lord knows run the bread like a meter