Rah Rah lyrics

[Intro: Nas EBK, Fousheé, Yamaica]
Shoutout Yamaica
I been trying—go off the deep end
I been trying—I been trying—go off the deep end
I been trying—I been trying—go off the deep end
I been trying—I been trying—go off the deep end
Beats by Yamaica Productions
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Like, what? Like, how?
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
And no, I can't go out like Rah Rah
2 shots hit him, you know he went bye-bye
Outside, I was totin' on my knocker
Cab got swished, then he died at the doctors
New opp in the air, but I'm still smokin' on Lotti
I was outside tryna' catch me a body
You try to pack me, Mhady2Hottie
Boy try to try me, I got me a MAC
b*tch, yeah, I'm quick to attack

[Chorus: Nas EBK]
Spin through the front, I'ma leave through the back
KDub ran, now he in a pack
Roscoe got poked, should've never lacked
Lotti got poked, and he fell flat
Flat that tire, still ain't get back
O to the Y, then you gettin' wacked
O to the Y, then you gettin' wacked
Shot by a dyke, should've ran track
[Verse 2: Nas EBK]
It's too many opps where I'm at
It's too many opps where I'm at
n*gga, you seen me, you ain't even clap
Lately, I've been ballin', n*gga, check the stats
Shootin' like Diddy, all you heard was "Rrah"
Shootin' like Diddy, all you heard was "Rrah"
Spinnin' my block, lil' n*gga, that's never
Lil' n*gga, I tote Berretas
Slide with a Flock, send shots through the sweater
Lil' n*gga, I may get jiggy
Lil' n*gga, I may get jiggy
EK, you a b*tch, you ain't totin' on sitchy
Lil' n*gga, I may get jiggy
EK, you a b*tch, you ain't totin' on sitchy
Delilah got shot, that's a new bunny in a box
I walk around, I keep my knock
O to the Y, then you gettin' shot
O to the Y, then you gettin' shot
Backin' out my chop, all them n*ggas ran
Like JO, we get to them bands
Talkin' on Diddy, put him with his mans
n*gga, I spin through the T's, n*gga, I shoot on repeat
I got a baddie, she all on her knees
Had to get low, runnin' from the D's
Had to get low, runnin' from the D's
Choppa to his face, now he screamin', "Please"
[Chorus: Nas EBK]
Spin through the front, I'ma leave through the back
KDub ran, now he in a pack
Roscoe got poked, should've never lacked
Lotti got poked, and he fell flat
Flat that tire, still ain’t get back
O to the Y, then you getting wacked
O to the Y, then you getting wacked
Shot by a dyke, should've ran track
Shot by a dyke, should've ran track
Shot by a dyke, should've ran track

[Outro: Nas EBK]
OY-OGz to my di*k, and Caine in my spliff, n*gga
Smokin' on Dummy, smokin' on Lotti, smokin' on Rah Rah
All them n*ggas in a f*ckin' pack, y'all know my f*ckin' body
Smokin' on Lotti, n*gga