Lil Poke - Rucci No Renni

Tell me how you been, I've been doing well
I found me some peace, I hope you can tell
Za was lockdown, but he out on bail
I couldn't even cry when they killed Lil Jeff
These niggas know I don't need no help
Pull up hop out shoot shit like Steph
I hope you feel the pain that I feel
I need her on my side, need her right here
Bad bitch Rucci no Renni
Whatever she want, she get it
Prada, Louis, Gucci, Fendi
You know I'm not trippin
Stack my bread, gotta go get it
Can't do too much spendin
Don't talk on the phone the feds be listening
They keep askin' questions, they all in my business
Can't do no lovey-dovey feelings
Don't put that in my mentioms
Bad bitch can't lie, got me trippin
Got me reminiscin
On this drank, got me dizzy
But I love the feelin
If they play, I make them feel it
You got beef, you know I grill it
Tell me how you been, I've been doing well
I found me some peace, I hope you can tell
Za was lockdown, but he out on bail
I couldn't even cry when they killed Lil Jeff
These niggas know I don't need no help
Pull up hop out shoot shit like Steph
I hope you feel the pain that I feel
I need her on my side, need her right here
Bad bitch Rucci no Renni
Whatever she want, she get it
Prada, Louis, Gucci, Fendi
You know I'm not trippin
Stack my bread, gotta go get it
Can't do too much spendin
Don't talk on the phone the feds be listening
They keep askin' questions, they all in my business
I'm on this lean, got me leanin
I'm rollin' dope, hope it heal my pain
Fight my demons, they crossed me out
Left me in the dark for no reason
Without a doubt, I'ma grind like it's my last season
Gon' be way better than the last season
Tell me how you been, I've been doing well
I found me some peace, I hope you can tell
Za was lockdown, but he out on bail
I couldn't even cry when they killed Lil Jeff
These niggas know I don't need no help
Pull up hop out shoot shit like Steph
I hope you feel the pain that I felt
I need her on my side, need her right here
Bad bitch Rucci no Renni
Whatever she want, she get it
Prada, Louis, Gucci, Fendi
You know I'm not trippin
Stack my bread, gotta go get it
Can't do too much spendin
Don't talk on the phone the feds be listening
They keep askin' questions, they all in my business
Can't do no lovey-dovey feelings
Don't put that in my mentions
Bad bitch can't lie, got me trippin
Got me reminiscin
On this drank, got me dizzy
But I love the feelin
If they play, I make them feel it
You got beef, you know I grill it

Written by:
Leif Smith

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