Rado Slime - '22 Rolls

Verse 1:

Rado Slime
We on the grind

Yeah
Watch me pull up
I up it and bust
It's never enough
These bitches want love
Frostbite in the Dub
Need me a glove
Tryna get with LC
She said leave me be
Hooking up with the bitch
There was no guarantee
Got me my blick
Go on a spree
Tryna hit a lick
Drop him than leave
Hustle for my chance
Call me Austin Reeves
Leave me alone
I'm in the zone
Just got off the phone
Something went wrong
It was the doc
No I ain't got Chrohn's
Just snapped my bone
You shoulda known
Just left the dealer
With a '22 Rolls
Got all the whistles and bells
And that new smell
It came with Chanel
Rims looking bright
I washed it well
Zoomed by you so fast
You almost fell
Are you with me or not
If the answer is no than get off the lot
Pull out my phone
You catching this block
I'm talking on social
Man you got me hot
You almost got shot
Your heart almost stopped
Better call you a cop
Your bitch like to shop
Waiting for my call
My call from Wop
So my worries can stop
And get off this block
Live on and rock
Investing in me
I feel like a stock
You'll never do it
And just say screw it
Because you a bot
The gates of hell
Where these bitches will rot
I go outside
And you will not
Because you scared
Know that I don't play fair
I feel like a Wolf
Come into my lair
End up like that hare
Just pull up your chair
Know you fear me I'm like a bear
Know you hear but you just stare
Pick up some hoes
In my new '22 Rolls
Yeah, it's for the show
Gotta let em know
Open up the suicide door

Chorus:

It's that '22 Rolls
Yeah that '22 Rolls
Picking up hoes
Transporting lows
Man they ain't gon' shoot to kill
Man you know I ain't shoot for real
It's all in my drill
You not making my blood spill
No, I don't need a pill
My life just too real

Verse 2:

I'm sick, nobody sicker
I know you quick but my shooters are quicker
I'm dry she a good licker
Did a good job so I gave her a sticker
You taking shots, neglecting your liver
I'm staying small, but you gettin bigger
Right?
Bullet kissed him good night
Now he takin flight
Future ain't looking so bright
Pop open a can
I'm drinking my Sprite
It's a sugar delight, yeah
Catch him on sight, yeah
Saw that look in my eyes
He knew that I was rare
Left him blind
All he saw was glare
Knock, knock on the door
Who there?
Get on the floor I'm hear
Where he got shot?
His rear
He crying now
Man he shed a tear
I know he gay, he queer
And you know my shooters are near
Worried about me?
Boy I ain't got nothing to fear
I'm the hunter
You the hunted
Run like a dear
You a runner
I'm a gunner
Your flesh gon' sear
Oh, dear
Oh, no
That's like 5 days in a row
And guess what
I smashed your hoe
She ain't even tell you
Kept it on the low
If I can't find my blicky
You know I'm grabbing my arrow
And the bow
Boy I up the score
Never get your hands on my whip
I'll let you know


Chorus:

It's that '22 Rolls
Yeah that '22 Rolls
Picking up hoes
Transporting lows
Man they ain't gon' shoot to kill
Man you know I ain't shoot for real
It's all in my drill
You not making my blood spill
No, I don't need a pill
My life just too real

Outro:

Huh what?
You asked which '22 Rolls
The Phantom, Ghost or the Wraith?
Well come outside
And I'll show you
Skrrt

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