RNC lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh
Young Jefe, holmes

[Chorus]
No, you don't wanna play with them, them n*ggas insane
My n*ggas poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne
Say, n*gga, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang
Do you wanna join a real n*gga campaign?
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, we don't claim the same thing
Think sh*t sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains
Boy, we crashin' out, you better stay in your damn lane
Just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain

[Verse 1]
Okay, hello to my haters, they know Young Jefe too player
Had to cut them n*ggas off 'cause they owed me too many favors
If you play with my gang, they find you in a newspaper
Heard you ain't got no aim, that's how lil' what's-his-name sprayed you
And I hope it never come out that I put racks on that man
I'm the boss, I'm the lieutenant, I'm the leader of the clan
But even if I wasn't, I'm still a one-man band
Girl, I'm sorry, I can't love, this just a one-night stand
You can find a n*gga better than me? Go 'head, b*tch, I doubt it
Asked her, "Is we going to Greece?" and she said, "Yeah," then she pouted
That knife, it almost took me out, I still dream about it
I was just waitin' by my mama house, I'ma still see 'em 'bout it, yeah
[Chorus]
No, you don't wanna play with them, them n*ggas insane
My n*ggas poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne
Say, n*gga, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang
Do you wanna join a real n*gga campaign?
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, we don't claim the same thing
Think sh*t sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains
Boy, we crashin' out, you better stay in your damn lane
Just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain

[Verse 2]
Drunk so much Casamigos, I forgot my own name
Ridin' with that AR Grande, you gon' hear the way it sing
My b*tch a spoiled brat, I told her appreciate lil' things
We be avoidin' that, when I say that, then I mean lames
Waitin' on that phone to ring, where was you? I was in pain
She said, "The way you f*ck my brains, I'm scared of you, I wanna scream"
And this GG on my chain is Greg Yüna, not Johnny Dang
My b*tch rock Amina Muaddi, them not Alexander Wang
I'm a menace to society, they treat me just like Caine
Military talkin' 'bout hirin' me, tryna send me to Ukraine
Mama talkin' 'bout retirin', I told her that she late
Every time we catch a body, we go and make it rain, oh

[Chorus]
No, you don't wanna play with them, them n*ggas insane
My n*ggas poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne
Say, n*gga, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang
Do you wanna join a real n*gga campaign?
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, we don't claim the same thing
Think sh*t sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains
Boy, we crashin' out, you better stay in your damn lane
Just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain