RR lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
Brr, double R, bird business, huh, yeah (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
b*tch, if I give you ten, go zip that n*gga, go flip that n*gga
If you don't kill him, n*gga, I'ma split you, n*gga, it's been real, n*gga
Look at my f*cking wrist, that b*tch so motherf*cking icy
And I don't check the price, I buy it if it's nice
I'm clutching some sh*t so f*cking big it'll end your life
n*gga, clutching a f*cking Sig, you need to end his life
We don't f*ck with no f*cking pigs, all my n*ggas shiesty
All my n*ggas so f*cking slime, it get real slimy
Tryna keep up with my life, it get real pricy
Yeah, hang out the roof, nothing to do
Know all my n*ggas gon' shoot, yeah
Do it to you, do it to him
f*ck that n*gga, his crew
b*tch, I'm gone off blues
Look at my fit, cost as much as juice
Hey, we loose screws
Pop my sh*t, I pop my sh*t on you
Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, f*ck the cam'
So rich, I could buy a Lamb'
Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera
Put that sh*t on camera
Hitting his b*tch with stamina
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothing, 'bout to kill my manager
Need anger management
This b*tch a fan and sh*t
She don't eat di*k? I'm vanishing
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm gone
In my f*cking zone, n*gga, what you on?
I'm putting my sh*t on
These sticks, these sticks, they break that n*gga bone
I don't rock Vlone, b*tch, I'm alone
Come in my f*cking home, I'ma get your sh*t gone
Lil'-ass boy, b*tch-ass n*gga, I'm grown
Yeah, Rino Stallone
Hitting this b*tch from the back while she giving me dome
Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone
Know you can hear it in this song
Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe
Pouring codeine in the Sprite, f*ck the hype
b*tch, I'm very hype
[Verse 2: Desire]
Double R, ayy
We sipping drank in the stars
Seen us in a foreign car
My n*gga Sosa locked up in the bars
b*tch who is you?
Tryna knock off his head, that's a coupe
Sipping on juice, I be nodding off up in the booth
Lil' bro, you a fool, how you dissing but don't got a tool?
This b*tch go blatt, better not drop that verse, we don't play like that
Got the Drac' and the gat
Lame-ass n*gga stay talking about us in they texts
My diamonds colder
Hollows hit him in his shoulder
I stay riding with my poker
One in the head, come and play, it's over
I got hit up in my leg but I stand tall, I'm a real soldier
Get him and him
All my n*ggas in the gym
He smoking stems
b*tch, I'm higher than the rim
Oxy' got me like a Sim
She know I'm him
My b*tch know what's up
She tryna hit my cup
They tryna beef with us
But we don't fuss
Take they Glock and buss
All my n*ggas in the field ready
All my n*ggas on the drill ready
223s in the old Chevy
We be toting on the Glock steady