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RJ
RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
Aye, aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz

Off the Runtz, grabbing Ksubis, I'm at Saks cooked
Fraud God, I made eighty off this MacBook
Oh, the slides ain't hitting? How the jacks look?
Doing fraud, see more numbers than a math book
Lil' blasian b*t*h pu**y just like Fiji Water
Stiff-arming hoes, touchdown like Tiki Barber
Why you talking 'bout them Scats? You ain't seen a Charger
BIN fire, boy, this slide gon' ping regardless
Blessed with the gift, I got the X Factor
Made yo b*t*h rub my feet, we had sex after
Bro doing wrist work till the [?] shatter
Just made twenty off of Chase, I'm a check master

Got kicked out of high school, ain't have a prom date
Bro was Tiki, I was picking sh*t like Ronde
I got a girl to my junkie like a blind date
I'm five 'Woods in, I'm high as the crime rate
B*t*hes love when I'm on stage, chains dancing
Teeth f**ked up, don't matter 'cause I'm handsome
I done hit [?] sh*t from [?] out of [?]
Life got better, b*t*h got badder
Got a dub on me, b*t*h, I'm only nineteen
I'm sick of b*t*hes always asking can I swipe these
Yeah, I might buy the if the price cheap
You gon' catch every single bullet tryna fight me
I mean, sh*t, I hope that you can punch bullets
White boy shooting sh*t, feel like Chris Mullin
Caught a splinter from the K, man, this b*t*h wooden
All that money in her bank? Yeah, I been took it
At the mall again, I'm a Dior fiend
Texting Shane at Saks, told him to Dior me
And to the opps, LOL, can you score please?
In the jungle, feel like Simba, I was born king

I cheated every test in high school, I cannot fake it
Now the bad b*t*hes tryna look at my paper
broke, stack it high like a skyscraper
Perc' 10s make a n***a morph like a Power Ranger
I'm loaded up, huh, took a nap, tryna sober up, huh
I see the state, boy, it's posted up, huh
I'm in the Hellcat eating my [?] huh
I'm getting high, should've brought a new lung with me
Tryna ball? N***as think Mac McClung with me
I don't argue at all, we'll pummel n***as
You know I be with all apes, it's the jungle, n***a
Both pockets got ten, double-double with me
I got Stan and Dee, double trouble with me
Just left Sam's Club, that's another giffy
I was born with this sh*t, double hustle
Sent a rocket out the thunder, I got Russell with me
I don't give a f**k unless you got a f**k to give me
I'm elevated, slam dunk, you not jumping with me
Hustle DNA, boy, I swear that sh*t pumping in me

In rush hour, riding with the Chris Tucker with me
And these Chinese fees, that's the hustle in me
Skilla chewing like gum, who gon' bubble with me?
Talking to me nice, save that for them other n***as
The hitman lowkey but highkey'll drop something
As-salamu alaykum, have [?] run up [?] something
You a dead man, have a dreadhead mop something
Young n***a wanna sell dope so he copped something

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