RJ - f** Wit Yall lyrics

[Verse 1: Choice] And you knotted like a dread head Balling, find a method n***a red man bear head F*cking on the throne make the bear head lean Rocking lion as a layer on a leer jet Chiapet nigags green, growing artificially You're missing me Check shot efficiency Slay top ja vinci tee Bickity Tucker no Chris for the wrist How does Al Green grits can't out style me b**h The razor and that go on my favourite uncle's bu*ter Came out the womb sharp If I hug her Im gon' cut her Gunther dick bumping like a hunter Team full of special b**hes She not with it, I'm a punt her pooh And let him bug her like a tap phone Think its peanut bu*ter on a flat spoon Ass too outta shape with no stars by your circle And Ferkle spinning Federal reserve [Chorus: RJ] I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I don't Cause I ain't never f*ck with ya'll n***as before I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as b**hes got more nuts than n***as And n***as be moping still btiches these days F*ck your OP You ain't getting me paid Cause I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I ain't hit blunt with ya'll n***as Can't call to see whats up with ya'll nigas Cause I ain't never really f*cked with ya'll n***as, n***as [Verse 2: RJ] They say RJ you got your nerve And b**h you getting on my last Don't work, you get what you deserve I'm quick to throw curves Birds tryna pull fast, okay tell me Is you friend or foe How come you jelly I been dropping my nuts a year ago Hey b**h I'm barely in flesh yeah I was skin and bones I had to spread with my celly just to use the phone I bring life to these tracks Im the line leader Design sleeve or line eagle When I'm flying feature Ty leave your two nines call them barely legal We ain't legal, think you sweet I can die beat you I'm mafia that's the rock without the cut on it I got some crip relatives they my blood cousins It's hard to love a motherf*cker who don't love nothing Them same n***as jump ship when the flood coming [Chorus: RJ] I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I don't Cause I ain't never f*ck with ya'll n***as before I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as b**hes got more nuts than n***as And n***as be moping still btiches these days F*ck your OP You ain't getting me paid Cause I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I ain't hit blunt with ya'll n***as Can't call to see whats up with ya'll nigas Cause I ain't never really f*cked with ya'll n***as, n***as [Verse 3: Leswood] Coming up with Young G they used to ask what I rap for I ain't a combo on that note I'm all about these b**hes Foreign b**hes stamp my pa**port I'm swimming in them like a backstroke WHo player, you pussies keep pushing your date Hating all in my comments n***a that sh** don't phase me Trying to f*ck up some commas, f*ck around have my baby I can hit raw with my exes like yes, please come save me They can see it's coming Now all that acting and fronting Like I got the Grammy's or something Couldn't get the grease out the oven, I'm hot My conscience screaming Would dodge em and duck em They only problems so f** em b**h I mean ya'll got the city on lock Thought I was the underdog till I showed up Now it's looking like I got the name sure enough I just be close to getting blunted for now Let's just see where I'm at here's something for now [Chorus: RJ] I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I don't Cause I ain't never f*ck with ya'll n***as before I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as b**hes got more nuts than n***as And n***as be moping still btiches these days F*ck your OP You ain't getting me paid Cause I ain't gotta f*ck with ya'll n***as I ain't hit blunt with ya'll n***as Can't call to see whats up with ya'll nigas Cause I ain't never really f*cked with ya'll n***as, n***as