RCXD - Carry On

RCXD n****, know what the fuck going on
Rolling this shit up n****, yeah
Too much cash inside the bag, I can't check it
Told my hoe to carry on
I'm gon stroke her to the song
She like RC boy you gone
Solitary bling on stones
And I smoke like rolling stones, yeah
Kapital, you see the bone
She trying to pull up to my home, yeah
She a dime but it's a huncho next to me
BB on my hoodie, naked famous jeans, yeah
I changed the swag because these n****s bite on me
Know why they mad, because they hoe trying to bite on me, yeah
Ain't have no handouts, I put in overtime on me
So what they sayin' now, remember they ain't use to let me eat, nah
Don't sit on your ass n**** you better get up and get some cheese
I roll up that gas n**** I'm so high I can't even think
My bitch too right and I ain't talkin' bout directions
I ain't stuntin' hoes no more, they don't be talking bout nun
I just had a talk with God I feel just like his son
Hit shit out the park, Goddamn I feel like Barry Bonds, I'm on
Too much cash inside the bag, I can't check it
Told my hoe to carry on
I'm gon stroke her to the song
She like RC boy you gone
You're too mad, I'm too real
Deep in that pussy feel like Navy Seal
Fit is all black like I'm trappin' for real
Boy on these beats I be trappin' for real
Two hundred a pack, I got cashapp or zelle
I might need bail if this shit don't sell
Blow out his candle that boy turned 12
Brand new shit came in the mail
My fit nice, she like it
Yeah my goals I write em'
But this shit no writin', nah
It's a long night, it's a long night
Finna pull an all-night, yeah I do this all night
Too much cash inside the bag, I can't check it
Told my hoe to carry on
I'm gon stroke her to the song
She like RC boy you gone

Written by:
Reign Watkins

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