[Intro]
Hahahahaha
G sh**!
Nah, really tho!
For street n***as, my gang n***as
Uh, uh, uh, uh!
[Verse 1]
A lot of n***as die, due to these streets
f** n***as lie, all through these beats
I need that GT Maserati wit the bu*ter seats
So be it bu*ter, broc, or skittles b**h I gotta eat
Made money off the birds
ALFRED HITCHco*k!
Pigeons, chickens, turkeys, parrots, sparrows, peaco*ks
Got fish scale too, call it Cream lox
We know that cat a p**y, if he don't f** wit D-Block!
[Bridge]
Steal a n***a purse
Put em in a hearse
n***as think that I'm coochie, check my credentials first
Been puttin' in work
Get money like church
They call me sweet when they wanna eat me for dessert!
[Verse 2]
A lotta n***as die, due to the homies
Don't let the f*ggotry fool you f**boy you do not know me
RAHRAH GABOR
Ganja galore
I can turn your baby father into a sodomore
My n***as on them ercs
Puttin in that twerk
Just let the jooks go as planned and sh** won't get berserk
Pretty but gangsta queer
OMAR LITTLE
Keep a b**h to stash my work inside her precious middle
Them n***as poppin' off?
We got that precious metal
Real steel, no dream works, no motion picture
Dutch Master and bong boss
And I don't usually f** with white boys like law enforcement
Who got that work?
RAHRAH got work
Bands'll make me dance, but a couple racks might make me twerk
Been putting in work
Just finished college n***a
Wordsmith, I rap doobies around these garbage n***as
Peace, peace, to the Gods
Peace to the Earths
Rahrah Gabor, they want more, they know who got that work