RaritY (feat. WoodBaby & Rasdx)

You say that you love me, I know that you lie When I'm outside, I throw with the guys Roll me a J and then I get high when swirll, make the beat, you know that it's fire Ooh, these niggas be choosin Niggas be hatin', they won't see me losin' Up in the whip, 120, I'm cruisin Up in the whip, might go through the dash Niggas be hatin', they mad I'ma just get to her back You niggas need to get cash We do that, you niggas already knew that Shootin' at me, but I bet I'ma shoot back I took your bitch and you ain't getting your boo back Uh, shawty be trippin', she callin' my phone Girl, you know I been home, not lookin' for love Try be my own, girl, uh I said I love you, told me, oh no, oh no You took it and ran, didn't give me a chance, no more I gave you my love, didn't knows enough, oh, whoa You say you were sorry, I said no more, oh, dope Me and bro, on the road Me and bro, on the road, doin' shows We do it, shows out She wanna pull up, let's pop out Yeah, I'm on the road, we rock out To the home, not to play, we stopped out Said she wanna hop on my shit And I can't put on no mileage Cause this hoe, she ran out Yeah, these hoes, they be trippin Up to the hood, and I'm not finnin' And I got that Drake when and those windows be tinted I'm walkin' this bitch when I'm wearin' a Fendi, huh Niggas ain't from my city When they see me walk up, they all go to the coast, huh Why you bitches so petty? When you don't get no sun, like them bitches be toast And I just wanna rock and roll, bitches don't want it And I don't know what you be wantin' from me, get off my shit And I don't know why you be runnin' from me, little bitch And I can't hold your bitches, no, no, she just want my shit They say you got this, they say you got that I wanna rock out with a lil' bag They rollin' the blunt and smokin' the sack, huh Bitch, I'm swervin' this gas If you wanted to smoke, nigga, where you at Got a badass hoe, and her ass real fat Got a badass bitch, she know where it's at She poppin' her checks like it came with a mix Yeah, niggas don't know what the fuck it is Fuck poppin' this bitch like it came with a bra And I'm hittin' that hoe like it came with a saw When I'm eatin' this bitch, I'm like Pinapplezaan And I know how this shit really go, huh Nigga, you're just a hoe Yeah, I don't wanna go tip for toe And I swear this shit is really a joke And I gotta paul out with a t-shirt Niggas don't like my shirt And I gotta rock wet with a heater, huh Niggas be meltin' for real And I gotta drag out with a silk heel, huh Bitch, I'm ready to drift And I got a Drake and it's ready to kill If they get to bustin', nigga, it's gon' spill You gon' die for real I went through pain, put that shit in the verse You left my heart broken, I swear that it hurt I keep comin' back, goin' back on my word Girl, you did me bad, I wasn't on my word I get off the train, start slurrin' my words I pray for the best, prepare for the worst Ain't comin' in second, I'm comin' in first You fuck with my bitch and you might just get murdered Murdered Murdered You fuck with my bitch and you might just get murdered Murdered Murdered You fuck with my bitch and you might just get murdered Shawty be trippin', she call my phone Girl, you know I been home Not lookin' for love, try be my own, girl, uh I said I love you, told me, oh, no, oh, no You took it and ran, didn't give me a chance, no more I gave you my love, didn't know it was enough, oh, whoa You say you were sorry, I said, no more, oh, dope Me and bro, on the road Me and bro, on the road, doin' shows