R4Y OFFICIAL - REST IN PISS (feat. CJ)

Yeah
I ain't fucking with you niggas, y'all act like bitches cause y'all spill the tea
Said he get that money from the trap, but he not from the streets
Feel like 24, but I'm the best, so call me 23
If you tryna find me, bitch, I'm posted up by HVD
Smoke yo dead homie, rest in piss
Yeah we gone celebrate it
This that everybody pack
Yeah, this shit, it got me hella faded
Naw this ain't 2K, you might get bussed if yo ass try to play me
Turn a couple niggas into dust, they get eliminated
Fuck is niggas saying, we come through blasting everybody
Smoking on yo hood, this shit done turned into a hobby
He thought we was a lick, that shit had turned into a hommie
All it take is one call, then my bro done caught a body
Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding
If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying
(Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding)
(If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying)

Bitch, that's you that talking
Have you spin like a ceiling fan
All my niggas with it
We got Glocks and they don't jam
Chopper with a kick in the leg and it can stand
Shoot out with me and I bet you cannot stand a chance
Niggas dissing on the net, but on social want to be my friend
You a pussy nigga, you a rat on all your friends
Yeah, my niggas solid, we won't fold or we won't bend
Got it off the mud, it wasn't for fun, it wasn't pretend
Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand
Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend
(Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand)
(Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend)

Written by:
C J, Rashawn Watson

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