FRFR (Freestyle) (feat. YCM MAC)

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Rari Wolff

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If I cut you off, then you probably handed me the scissors, yeah
Cartier, bust out the boogers
Bout them Benjamins, so call me young book'em
I keep a bad hoe, no hooker I count up a roll in your face like ya stupid
How you call him yo twin yall, like Minnie and Goofy

Baby, give me your head while I'm watchin' the movie
Get that bag every Monday and turn up on Tuesday
then smoke me a pack while I'm watchin' the gooney
(Bitch if I)
Take a L, I'ma get it back

She say I'm a dog, that's facts
Big bad wolf, got it bustin' out the trap
Okay, okay, okay
Yeah, say she in love, what's that

Ay, niggas be pussy like Cat in the Hat
And all for that pussy, they cappin' for that
Smashin' that bitch when I cut, I do damage
Call me Young Big bandit Rari the bandit

Gotta stay with that fire, yeah, I do recommend it
No Condoning , no ratting, I don't recommend it
If I dive in that pussy, I'm drownin' off in it
Niggas be hating ', that's why they offended

Know I Stay in that 5% window, that's tinned
Tryna count up some millions whenever I get it
Young Rari and Mac on the track, so let's get it
Flexin' on niggas, but I don't do fitness

I'm countin' these racks when I'm mindin' my business
I'm smack' from the  back every time that I hit it
I pour a lil' 4 in my Sprite, now I'm leanin
Whip off the lot in a hellcat or  demons

All this money on me, probably why they be creepin
New Louboutins when I'm walkin', I'm bleedin
I told that lil' bitch, go and bring me a rack
Ain't nothin' I lost, but I'm makin' it back

No cappin' involved , no I don't wear a hat
Is your daddy a mouse then that make you a rat
Bankroll in my pocket is fat, that's a fact
Like the 80s, I get this bitch crackin' like crack

I can upgrade a bitch and put her on the map
I just walked on this bitch like I ran me a lap
New Patek on my wrist from my jewelry
Put a VVS chain on my shooter

Like the smartest to do it, I fucked on my tutor
I tell your bitch that I need that medulla
Nah for real, bitch, I need me some head
And what's in my pocket? That's chicken and bread

Steak and ' that lobster with benedict eggs
I tell my partner to get him instead
I tell lil' Rari, let's get it, I got it
Niggas try watchin' what I put in my pocket

I keep me a stick on the side of my pocket
I hang with them goons and I be with them goblins
Don't say shit, lil' nigga, I'll pop him
Smack Batman if he thinkin' he robin these Amari jeans lil nigga not robins

I ain't talkin' bubblegum, but a young nigga poppin
For real, for real, I know some niggas that kill
And kill to steal, and hang in the field, for real
These niggas trained to kill, they drained the blood

Out your veins with stainless steel
Pop a Perk , ease the pain, for real
This Lil' Hoe that I f*ck, scream my name, for real
Blow the top off the coupe, it's like brains, for real

If I cut you off, then you probably handed me the scissors, yeah
Cartier, bust out the boogers
bout them Benjamins, so call me young book'em
I keep a bad hoe, no hooker I count up a roll in your face like ya stupid
How you call him yo twin yall, like Minnie and Goofy

Baby, give me your head while I'm watchin' the movie
Get that bag every Monday and turn up on Tuesday
then smoke me a pack while I'm watchin' the gooney

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