Rivi

Uhh, this that Butcher shit, nigga
This that Griselda shit
This that Daringer shit, nigga
Yeah, ayo this shit so big
It'll put a hole through you
You, you and the wall, nigga

Yo, look, uhh
I pray for niggas flippin' half ounces
One day they reach the point they carryin'
Duffle bags out of stash houses (nigga)
We was cash counters, fast thousands
Had me pullin' glass out the pot
The water runnin' like Splash Mountain
I catch a lick, I won't brag 'bout it (nah)
I just show up in a mask with
A Mag with bag 'round it (nigga)
Fuck a booth, you could get drag out it
Splashed Clicq' on my last outfit
The Benz off white, the Jag almond (woo)
Monopoly, I cop the whole board we rock the
Bought me a gauge then chop the nose off
Was lock, nobody sent a postcard (fuck 'em)
I'm still a gangsta
I serve food on the table I chop the coke on
I got your bitch rockin' slow songs
But we don't fuck, she just suck me off
And come to drop the dope off (I need that)
I play the trap in a snow storm (facts)
With a brick, i made a stack every time
They twist the doorknob they talkin' bodies
But I doubt if they with it
This that Godfather flow that
Got Gotti acquitted
Spendin' money, fuckin' hotties
It get highly addictive
Lost my gun in a robbery
End up robbin' me with it (shit)
I miss the bodies on bodies
So you probably can get it
And catch fragments from the shottie
Just parleyin' with 'em
Back home, the streets cold, shit
God is my witness
Niggas even get smoked when
They mindin' they bid'ness, uhh
Tell me why it's normal when
Blood spill in the streets? (why?)
Smirk on my face while the judge sentencin me
I remember when they kept
Drug dealin' discreet ('member that?)
Now it's like
You can buy drugs and get receipts
I'd face a RICO charge if
These walls was talkin' (damn)
We cooked hard up to soft
From a small apartment (word)
I seen it all
Swear to God them halls still haunt me
I heard my brother got cut
In the yard in Marcy
I'm feelin' guilty, cause maybe I misled him
(sorry) is it fate? Every son my mom
Raised turned out a felon (facts)
They tell us stay in school, but nah
That don't pay electric
It's funny how we say we trap
Just to make an exit
That's how you think when you hustlin'
Another hustler still vouchin' for me
They ain't forget
Them niggas bought they first ounces from me
Yeah, whoa, I went and got a lawyer
My lawyer hired a lawyer and that
One got an accountant for me
I'm stackin' boxes like UPS
A fan on the barrel to cool the TEC
I play the field just like Mookie Betts
She never call she only shoot me text
I fuck her once a week, but to me
That's Romeo and Juliet
The arm the Rollie on, I use it best
Whip a zip to a 44
The dope is raw is usually stretched
Y'all be tryin' to gas me
I'm too cocky 'round these rappers (yeah)
With the Buffalo gang unit got
Me down as active, motherfucker