Out on Bond b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Real Rich
I’m out on bond b*tch
Still the rawest n*gga out

[Verse]
Real Rich I got that sh*t on me
b*tch said I wasn’t really rich I damn near spit on her
Came home my opps said oh sh*t they better lay low
Cause since a young boy I been riding with baby Draco’s
Lame n*gga think he buffed up I’m finna take those
This sh*t [?] broke my damn scale but I don’t rate hoes
2 b*tches but it’s just me I’m into gay hoes
Cash gang you know I’m with the mob like I’m payroll
Ain’t sh*t slowed up I been had thirty thou on me
My Glock still the same it still got thirty rounds on him
But the chop still banging like I threw some sounds on it
30 clip in the k look like I put a frown on it
Seven feloniеs against me I got charged in three county’s
For Christmas I just want my 2k’s like I’m Ronniе
Brad just threw a punch at the Clark like he socked him
Hot n*gga I’m all about the Shmurda like I’m Bobby
Bro you know I’m finna shoot so ain’t no boxing out n*gga
But when kee finna punch he tryna knock you out n*gga
I don’t cap a lot but I’m popping out n*gga
And I’m beating down her walls like she locked me out n*gga
But if you don’t got a M put that up that ain’t enough
Never been a rapper I just rap cause n*ggas suck
Fbg no this a FN you better duck
See my opps I’m bussing everywhere like I’m a sl*t
Glock with bald heads boy the clip filled with [?]
He used to be a opp woo turned into runtz
Scrolling on the gram mad as hell that I f*cked
We seen a opp left his ass dead he need a jump
How many times I gotta say it I’m the rawest n*gga out
Only way this b*tch empty is if I called the n*gga out
My b*tches set the play she into stalling n*ggas out
Them can’t move n*ggas boy I’m hauling n*ggas out
I got a psa yeah I’m home I’m out on bond b*tch
Y’all love hiding but the scope help me find sh*t
I love my momma that’s the lady that dying with
I love my camp I get a deal that’s who I’m signing with
My opp told in that room on some honest sh*t
My Co-Defendant told I swear to god I got his doc*ments
Dog got mad my finger happy we the opposite
I got the stick like when a boy got a consequence
Okay that’s my brother imma take it there regardless
Got the Tommy with me like I f*ck around with Martin
Imma catch the body these n*ggas worried about some charges
The way I ate the beat you would’ve thought that I was starving n*gga
[Outro]
The f*ck is yall n*ggas talking about n*gga
I’m the rawest n*gga out
And I’m out on bond b*tch
Cash gang sh*t