RPM Testo
Testo RPM
Featuring Crooked I
Look, our street is rapping like I'm trapping fuck a hobby
Trapese artist, shit I'm into catching bodies
Asking for a verse it's like asking for a hearse
Asking for a feature should be asking for a preacher
My nigga I'm ether, heavy weight no bar bells
Me, more sweet 16's than the tar hill
I be really up at night, serving like a bar grill
Swerving on that 60, trying not to hit that gar real Mmm, bitches want that molly, they be popping toes
Pull up in that 50, watch them bitches choose
Hit my nigga Jason when we coping jewels,
Pull up to the party, jewelry godly, you can tell I'm new
Stunting on these niggas like I never had nothing
Taking pictures of these bitches, while they instagram fronting
Show me something I ain't never seen, baby fuck etiquette
Rap pussy money, pussy money, that's a definite down
Mmm, everything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You never seen that shit
I'm talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money (rap, pussy, money)
Rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money
No particular order but damn
A rubber band around a hundred grand I got for some hookers That's how a real nigga rap, pussy, money
I don't write my nigga, I go and gas
Last time I wrote was a note to a holding class
Hate when an ashy face bitch show her ass
It's called make up, shout out to hoven dash
I smash the pedal to the floor, board of the Porsche
I'm from the 4 quarters of course,
Guns galore, so many magazines, you think the board ordered the source
A whore hoarder giving raw orders to restore order
A Rolex make my time fly a lot faster
Took me from a slave ship to a yacht master
Amber rose, my hoes, blond body like they fuck cancer
The block answer, I am the
Coming for your neck like the guillotine
Getting money with Billy Jay, not Billy Jean, paper!
Everything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You never seen that shit
I'm talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money (rap, pussy, money)
Rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money
No particular order but damn
Look, our street is rapping like I'm trapping fuck a hobby
Trapese artist, shit I'm into catching bodies
Asking for a verse it's like asking for a hearse
Asking for a feature should be asking for a preacher
My nigga I'm ether, heavy weight no bar bells
Me, more sweet 16's than the tar hill
I be really up at night, serving like a bar grill
Swerving on that 60, trying not to hit that gar real Mmm, bitches want that molly, they be popping toes
Pull up in that 50, watch them bitches choose
Hit my nigga Jason when we coping jewels,
Pull up to the party, jewelry godly, you can tell I'm new
Stunting on these niggas like I never had nothing
Taking pictures of these bitches, while they instagram fronting
Show me something I ain't never seen, baby fuck etiquette
Rap pussy money, pussy money, that's a definite down
Mmm, everything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You never seen that shit
I'm talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money (rap, pussy, money)
Rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money
No particular order but damn
A rubber band around a hundred grand I got for some hookers That's how a real nigga rap, pussy, money
I don't write my nigga, I go and gas
Last time I wrote was a note to a holding class
Hate when an ashy face bitch show her ass
It's called make up, shout out to hoven dash
I smash the pedal to the floor, board of the Porsche
I'm from the 4 quarters of course,
Guns galore, so many magazines, you think the board ordered the source
A whore hoarder giving raw orders to restore order
A Rolex make my time fly a lot faster
Took me from a slave ship to a yacht master
Amber rose, my hoes, blond body like they fuck cancer
The block answer, I am the
Coming for your neck like the guillotine
Getting money with Billy Jay, not Billy Jean, paper!
Everything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You never seen that shit
I'm talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money (rap, pussy, money)
Rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
Rap, pussy, money
No particular order but damn
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