KING RAHH - No Hook

Got me feeling like PAC hit em up We slid down ya block ya mans start running he ain't even try to pick you up
Niggas be talking like they really w it but they know how my niggas
Give it up
Won't stop till make it hit the lot Nd cop me a new Bentley truck
FoReal

Got me feeling like biggie who shot Ya
Grew up in them trenches use to eat ramen now this shit pasta
We all at the table eating pasta steak Nd we got lobster
Niggas be mad cause they switched found out they was imposters

My momma told me keep running theses racks up
Bitch think this my dick I stay strapped up
50 round drum make a fuck nigga back up
Don't give me a reason to act up

The way you got hit he ain't getting back up
Put bread on ya head you'll get snatched up
Shit they be doing that shit make crack up
Treat his ass like a present wrapped up

Spot em
Red dot em
Who tf wanna die by a gun cause we got em
Send his soul right up to the sun my lil bro yea he dropped em

They that see I'm dripping swag out
Counting up 50s 100s they know I'm bout to bring this bag out
Niggas be flexing cause they got designer that ain't the shit that I brag bout
They ain't wanna count me in tried to count me out so I ran this shit up w no doubt

The way that I make hits Yea you know that shit be Back to Back
If we do a hit than thats black on black
My plug send loads that's packs on packs
The feins steady leaning of dope
Nd crack

I'm ain't nothing Like theses individuals
Niggas be hoes theses niggas be pitiful
Think this a game until we get rid of you
He ain't gonna make it that Nigga in critical

Damn Damn FoReal

Told her come ride this bike Kawasaki
Sucked me up on her knees then bent that shit over Nd I put this dick up in her body
Feel like almighty cause who do you know turn a spot into a spotty
Air it up Jordan go get it damn I got that iq like Scottie
FoReal

Some of my brothers be praying to Allah
Put my lil bad bitch in some Prada Spin down ya block Heat him up like a sauna
Heart filled with pain trauma

Step in the booth on fire lava
Heard ya Bitch wanna fuck come holla
Have lil bro set you up for a dollar
Now you hanging by ya collar

Step in Givenchy Amiri all white lows on my feet
Stop posting my business on the gram they know
I'm to discrete Niggas wanna to beef on the net but I don't respond to them tweets
I fucked ya Bitch she played my music told her keep it on repeat

She told me I'm one in a million
New lamb it came w no Ceiling
All this ice for the healing
Heart on froze that's how I'm feeling

Spot that nigga bet we kill em
Better pray that god be with em Damn Damn FoReal

Written by:
Rashoun Kearney

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