Rax - IiWii (feat. Minnis Rax & FJ Rax)

Suu
Yeah Yeah
(RAx)
Jheeze
Ask my gees I’m Speed D with Benzos
Don’t switch like Flip Nintendos
D thots tryna hop out the friend zone
Say I got wap and I trap out the bando
Yes sir, yes sir, Yes sir
Yeah
Play with the stick like Rambo
Charle why your sneakers lean
Sully be the topboy b
Better talk yo shit
FJ on with the Alyx jeans
I been feeling all Acne
Put my niggas in soo much drip
Man I’m Jon the Baptist
Ama grind till I make them Prada me
Take em out the projects
Ducking these hoes like Charlie Sheen
Don’t know why they like me
(Cause I style so nicely)
Got my corporate shoes
Man I’m feeling like YG
4hunnid my side piece
She a 10 x 40
Nice & Naughty
She Jump & Ladi (Ladhi)
She flex like RAF what she get from target
She the total package, and then She Like To Party
See, see
All my niggas in the corner all day you flinch, shoot like niggas from Portland
Dressed in the Blazer Suits, and they hot for spurs
Like the niggas from Tottenham
I don spent so long in the ends, try to make ends meet
In the store since morning
Start with the Canali fits to a Tom Ford piece, I’m a corporate killer like Statam
Harvey Spectre, nah g
Hannibal Lector (yaar)
The Party Pleasure
Fits they can Hardly Measure
Bust In 30 secs, yaar yaar
They probably Jealous
Don’t try to make a good impression
Fuck Depression
Say No Pressure, It is what it is
It is what it is
You come with the peace or you come for the piece, (please)
It is what it is
You talk for the streets or you talk in discreet (jeez)
You know what I mean, I been putting in work
I been mounting that pressure all the way from mareen
With the stacks all green, got the crib looking like Konoha
Now that’s grease mode
Minnis got the cheat code
Monty got the reload
10 toes
Ducking all the fake hoes
No go do me Wayo (wayo)
Got niggas that we left back, trynna bounce back (Cheks)
I tell em both the Christ and Danny Rose
I got a backpack and I’m bouta crack Jack
Shooting rounds from a cannon, tell em, pose
Me and ma niggas on the run in a black Benz
In the 90s on the back of a black horse
Had me on ma juicy J on the track with the dark horse
And the fakes on fours, pause
Me and ma niggas taking back doors
Always looking hardcore
Headed for the top floor
Working on a weekend with a 21,
Finger on the trigger for the fat purse, (pause, paws, purse, pause)
It is what it is
Pounds on deck like we headed overseas
The bumblebee
Herbivores when it comes to the green
Better dot your I’s
Never cross a nigga if he suited to the T
Stay pressed for the P
Take notes for the key
Men fuck the police
(Chitty chitty bang bang)
Now they can’t catch me I’m over the street
FJ all over the beat
Blow, blow, blow
Want an autograph men it’s signed John Doe Doe Doe Doe Doe
Back to back, to and fro
You gotta Uncode
Come to the crib and you gotta take a blow
Got the top signed RAx and the motto yolo bitch, mo motto yolo bitch
Greeze
Off white shits, no Coco
Funny money that’s Sam Loco
I been stressed for weeks
But never stop grinding, yo that’s bro code
And I got the tee from Molo
Wifing a opp thot? That’s a no no
Want loyalty over love
That over peace, It’s blood or clips
You ask my gees
Ask my gees I’m Speed D with Benzos
Don’t switch like Flip Nintendos
D thots tryna hop out the friend zone
Say I got wap and I trap out the bando
Yes sir, yes sir, Yes sir
Yeahh
Play with the stick like Rambo
Charle why your sneakers lean
Sully be the topboy b
It is what it is

Written by:
Jide Akinnawo, Jonathan Minnis

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