Rentals lyrics

Rentals
I told that n*gga stop running that bluff, and he better go buy him a pistol
You know I'll Goku for your love but I'll fight a n*gga like Jiren
I'll hop out the cut with two chop, my hand got *brrrp*
Couldn’t see my appearance
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Twelve keep trying to investigate the gang, n*gga talking bout a missing person
I got baby all in my closet, I could probably put you in a Gerber
b*tch, I’m a family guy, if I need a dog I can whistle like I’m Herbert
**whistle**
n*gga I dropped out of school, I ain’t know how to write in cursive
n*gga I dropped out of school, I don’t really give a f*ck because I got some hank
The white plug mad as sh*t cause I robbed him
Just called my phone likе “walk the plank”
The last thing I know, I just took a xan with a gun in my hand and he got jankеd
n*gga Ill hop out the car like a gold digger prank
Hop out the car with that fast sh*t, I show speed like a new twitch streamer
Tugging the Glock with a fifty right now in my pants like a Bluetooth speaker
b*tch n*gga talking bout that he aired a clip
n*gga missed like demeanor
I’m trying walk down on a f*ck n*gga, I'ma creep like a lemur
I’m like Stanley with the steamer
I spent five nights with chicá
I got eye-sights on heaters
Turn you to Ash, You like Pika
Acting ass n*gga need an Oscar
Don’t give a f*ck, we’ll beef with toddlers
I got whole lotta choppa
I’m in flame, Waka Flocka
He got shot, jaw-dropper
Flava Flav, I’ll clock ya
Migo plug selling aqua
I’m in the trash like Oscar
b*tch i'ma crash, we the droppers
Count up a hunnid, I got problems
Go missing like NLE Choppa
Yeah
Huh?
Whip out that chopper on a f*ck n*gga like I’ll see you later, Anita Baker
*fwithw*
Send his ass to our Lord in Christ, our Jesus savior
My n*gga don’t give a f*ck, he’ll kill a n*gga for a Chrome Hearts bracelet
Take a b*tch out to Doctor Miami, get chopped with a laser
Never trust a b*tch, I’m watching my patients
Trying to set me up, I’ll air this b*tch naked
My LA n*gga like “what set is you claiming”
I’ll whip out that Uzi, I’m Able and Cain’n
Too much drank, this sh*t kinda draining
We the real-deal robbers, we putting that pain in
My OT down the street got the gun that got John F. Kennedy assassinated
My n*gga don’t give a f*ck, we’ll pull the plug on a new cancer patient
All these b*tch n*ggas, all the do is talking about shooting like Skip Bayless
If I was Lebron, I probably would’ve killed Draymond if he is faking
Yeah
You ain’t bout to foul me n*gga