CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : RP’s
Intro:
Reuel, stop playing with these n***as
Verse 1: Cashclick Boog
I just popped an RP, that's a real perky
Lost a bar in '05 and it still hurt me
Drunk a 12 oz of clean now my ribs hurting
Hit your b*t*h in your crib, hope your kids heard me
Shot this Glock a bunch of times, but it's still working
Everybody telling now, I'm starting to feel nervous
On my way to Daly City for a pill purchase, what you know about a thousand pack of M30s
2Shott say he wanna go, he just need a rental
2 bad hoes in Palm Springs, spend the weekend with them
All I hang around is scandalous and sketchy n***as
So he probably got a pistol if you see me with them
If she ain't talking selling pu**y I might reconsider
Your b*t*h rode the d**k, stuck my wee-wee in her
Heard we mixing lactose, tell me bring my blender
First day I sign my deal, imma bring my n***as
First day I sign my deal, imma call my plug, and the lean man; bring me all my drugs
It feel like I robbed a bank with all these god damn dubs
I just mixed the drank, n***a I'm poured up
Everytime I hit the county I did not roll up
In my cell rolling reefer that's how I rolled up
500 for the hustling, you wear 501s
When it was time to catch a body, you did not go once
Ain't gone speak about them bodies, no, I'm better than that
But I hate them n***as, confederate flag
I only smoke exotic weed cuz it help me relax
Prolly by myself, but I'm heavily strapped
Verse 2: Sada Baby
Used to drink liquour, beat n***as up in my 501s
Now it's blue hundreds and Amiri's, these is not no 1s
Ask the motherf**king **, they ain't got no guns
All em b*t*hes, got the scopes legs and the drums
I put my elbow on that sh*t when I remix the pack
I got my foot all in the pot, fiends be tasting that
I say I step all on that dope, I put my soul in it
They say it's smoke up in the air, we put your soul in it
She want hit the blade for me, then I'm gone send her home
Imma killer and he pushed me so I did him wrong
Should have listened to his momma told him leave me 'lone
AR on me do him bad; talking to the bone
You wouldn't know no top side if it was on your stove
Got my first bands hand to hand, wasn't on no phone
First bands ain't come off no scam got em off the road
Transportin em cash cuz down the way I should have poured one
n***a you don't remember glass pints, you never sold one
Now have me sipping Akorn, miss the old ones
I drop a 4, pop a perc, b*t*h I'm on one
No *** I can't f**k with the long ones
In my opinion RPs is the strong ones
Them things let you hit that monk-a-donk
Give her perc d**k in the whip think she homeless
Hit that chicken tender from the back til she boneless
I know I ain't got it all, ain't gotta tell me that
n***a pulled up with the fake joints can't sell me that
Made me kill you and your daddy, where the hell he at?
Like who the f**k sent you my way, where the hell he from?
f**k around get to shooting at everybody better tell me somethin
Chopstick hold a hunnid somebody tell me why the hell he running
Louboutin Glock like yella beezy got the LB bussin
All the whips red with the Hemis you can tell we bomin
Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG
Ay, what up boogie down, everybody getting money n***a look around
We in the club smoking big, make em shut it down
I guess I'm finna smoke a n***a, ain't no Runtz around
I'm in Cali, getting high, drinking Morten Grove
Used to be a dusty n***a I ain't poured no mo'
Used to hit a different b*t*h every day, I ain't a whore no mo'
Caught a case, 50 on a lawyer, I ain't got court no mo'
The first day I sign my deal I'm buying a hunnid Glocks
60 FNs and like twenty chops
I make a 20 strip a week, I used to punch the clock
Started beefing when it hot and got his brother shot
I got some new cut for the dog that look like butterscotch
A n***a say he caught me slipping that's a f**king lie
You woulda died in 14 days like a butterfly
Caught him at the light and blew his ass with a rusty 9
Now you can't cuz you just had to watch yo cousin die (terrible)
40 shots, imma squeeze it til the muzzle hot
My granny listen to my music, I can't cuss a lot (shh)
When I was broke my b*t*h was mad, she used to fuss a lot
Now I got pape, I be f**king til my muscles lock
All tears, 501s this a hustler now (damn)
I might get teary-eyed I'm in here onion chopping
Who need some adderall 30s? I think my uncle got em (I think bo got em)
Catch an opp on halloween, he getting his pumpkin popped
We got a new plug on the lean, ain't no running out
I might put ** on pint and make a hundred ounces
That n***a prolly feeling good, I bet his stomach not
A n***a system backed up, he need a plunger now
Let the plug give me the back, gave him the run-around
Caught an opp walking outta court and I punched him out
308. got power, aim it at a tree and cut it down
(Yeahhhh, what up boog n***a it's Rio in this b*t*h
Boys and you know whats going on)
Reuel, stop playing with these n***as
Verse 1: Cashclick Boog
I just popped an RP, that's a real perky
Lost a bar in '05 and it still hurt me
Drunk a 12 oz of clean now my ribs hurting
Hit your b*t*h in your crib, hope your kids heard me
Shot this Glock a bunch of times, but it's still working
Everybody telling now, I'm starting to feel nervous
On my way to Daly City for a pill purchase, what you know about a thousand pack of M30s
2Shott say he wanna go, he just need a rental
2 bad hoes in Palm Springs, spend the weekend with them
All I hang around is scandalous and sketchy n***as
So he probably got a pistol if you see me with them
If she ain't talking selling pu**y I might reconsider
Your b*t*h rode the d**k, stuck my wee-wee in her
Heard we mixing lactose, tell me bring my blender
First day I sign my deal, imma bring my n***as
First day I sign my deal, imma call my plug, and the lean man; bring me all my drugs
It feel like I robbed a bank with all these god damn dubs
I just mixed the drank, n***a I'm poured up
Everytime I hit the county I did not roll up
In my cell rolling reefer that's how I rolled up
500 for the hustling, you wear 501s
When it was time to catch a body, you did not go once
Ain't gone speak about them bodies, no, I'm better than that
But I hate them n***as, confederate flag
I only smoke exotic weed cuz it help me relax
Prolly by myself, but I'm heavily strapped
Verse 2: Sada Baby
Used to drink liquour, beat n***as up in my 501s
Now it's blue hundreds and Amiri's, these is not no 1s
Ask the motherf**king **, they ain't got no guns
All em b*t*hes, got the scopes legs and the drums
I put my elbow on that sh*t when I remix the pack
I got my foot all in the pot, fiends be tasting that
I say I step all on that dope, I put my soul in it
They say it's smoke up in the air, we put your soul in it
She want hit the blade for me, then I'm gone send her home
Imma killer and he pushed me so I did him wrong
Should have listened to his momma told him leave me 'lone
AR on me do him bad; talking to the bone
You wouldn't know no top side if it was on your stove
Got my first bands hand to hand, wasn't on no phone
First bands ain't come off no scam got em off the road
Transportin em cash cuz down the way I should have poured one
n***a you don't remember glass pints, you never sold one
Now have me sipping Akorn, miss the old ones
I drop a 4, pop a perc, b*t*h I'm on one
No *** I can't f**k with the long ones
In my opinion RPs is the strong ones
Them things let you hit that monk-a-donk
Give her perc d**k in the whip think she homeless
Hit that chicken tender from the back til she boneless
I know I ain't got it all, ain't gotta tell me that
n***a pulled up with the fake joints can't sell me that
Made me kill you and your daddy, where the hell he at?
Like who the f**k sent you my way, where the hell he from?
f**k around get to shooting at everybody better tell me somethin
Chopstick hold a hunnid somebody tell me why the hell he running
Louboutin Glock like yella beezy got the LB bussin
All the whips red with the Hemis you can tell we bomin
Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG
Ay, what up boogie down, everybody getting money n***a look around
We in the club smoking big, make em shut it down
I guess I'm finna smoke a n***a, ain't no Runtz around
I'm in Cali, getting high, drinking Morten Grove
Used to be a dusty n***a I ain't poured no mo'
Used to hit a different b*t*h every day, I ain't a whore no mo'
Caught a case, 50 on a lawyer, I ain't got court no mo'
The first day I sign my deal I'm buying a hunnid Glocks
60 FNs and like twenty chops
I make a 20 strip a week, I used to punch the clock
Started beefing when it hot and got his brother shot
I got some new cut for the dog that look like butterscotch
A n***a say he caught me slipping that's a f**king lie
You woulda died in 14 days like a butterfly
Caught him at the light and blew his ass with a rusty 9
Now you can't cuz you just had to watch yo cousin die (terrible)
40 shots, imma squeeze it til the muzzle hot
My granny listen to my music, I can't cuss a lot (shh)
When I was broke my b*t*h was mad, she used to fuss a lot
Now I got pape, I be f**king til my muscles lock
All tears, 501s this a hustler now (damn)
I might get teary-eyed I'm in here onion chopping
Who need some adderall 30s? I think my uncle got em (I think bo got em)
Catch an opp on halloween, he getting his pumpkin popped
We got a new plug on the lean, ain't no running out
I might put ** on pint and make a hundred ounces
That n***a prolly feeling good, I bet his stomach not
A n***a system backed up, he need a plunger now
Let the plug give me the back, gave him the run-around
Caught an opp walking outta court and I punched him out
308. got power, aim it at a tree and cut it down
(Yeahhhh, what up boog n***a it's Rio in this b*t*h
Boys and you know whats going on)
