I’ll Rather lyrics

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I'd rather bang what I'm banging
I'd never switch sides, you a goddamn liar
Heard he tryna play the middle, that's what got his ass fried
Prints on the shell so [?] all the time
I'd never tell, hell na, I'd rather die
Ain't no white flags over here, I'd rather slide
I'd never tell, hell nah, I'd rather die
b*tch it ain't no white flags over here, rather slide
How I'm 'pposed to chill with this money on my mind?
I'mma double right back, sh*t's money on the linе
f*ck her from behind, but I'd rather gеt the neck
She my lil brother type, so I let him get her next
Took the b*tch EBT and ran off for the check
We don't do it for the fame, b*tch, we do it for the set
Pull up on a sucker and do it with no regrets
I just bought the hood guns, these n*ggas'd rather flex

[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep sh*t quiet
I'd rather keep sh*t solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of sh*t that get violent
n*ggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a f*ck what n*ggas bought
I cut a f*ck n*gga off
Lame ass n*ggas just soft
b*tch ass n*ggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk
[Verse 2: Rocky Badd]
A hundred, I ain't even gotta talk
b*tches gon die when they caught
I don't give a f*ck about jail
b*tch, I don't ever call 12
I'd rather go to hell, just to touch a lil b*tch who ain't never seen a cell
I'd rather ride on my feet
Grown not a freak, put this fat puss where a n*gga speak
Make him leave some cash 'fore he leave
Or make him leave the cash cause I'm mean
These hoes ain't nothing like B
Tell me why they brag when its cheap?
pus*y weak as sh*t and it's free
I'll smack the brows off a b*tch
I ain't gettin loud for a b*tch
I'd rather *BLOW* me a b*tch
I'mma spit on hoes just for laughing
Can't fool me, cause I'm hip and I know hoes cappin
Imma make these bum hoes pack it
Be cool with the tool I refuse to hear I'm ever caught lackin'
I don't drop beef somebody gon die, n*gga
Puttin' money up and rockin my side n*ggas
Still tatted up, but pretty but thighs thicker
You threw that on a b*tch? I'd probably just buy liquor
f*ck it run a tab, you payin' so I'll tip her
Hoes head better, don't matter, cause I don't kiss her
Imma do the dash for cash, cause I don't miss her
Come into my cash, this bag is why I flip it
[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep sh*t quiet
I'd rather keep sh*t solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of sh*t that get violent
n*ggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a f*ck what n*ggas bought
I cut a f*ck n*gga off
Lame ass n*ggas just soft
b*tch ass n*ggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk

[Verse 3: Rocky Badd]
Running to a bag and it's heavy, woah
Imma show my ass when I'm ready, woah
He don't got no cash, and he petty
And got a flatbed like a Chevy, no
n*ggas sleep more than they hustle
Probably paranoid in the jungle
Probably went to school with some bubbles
Go to your room when in trouble
n*gga grab some food or a muzzle
Replace these n*ggas, these b*tches, yeah
I don't chase these b*tches, nah
I erase these b*tches, uh
And I don't save these b*tches
Talk want it, hoe, come and get it
Foot on they necks, it's been put for a minute
Ride with a shooter, but windows is tinted
I'm bout that life, and these b*tches not in it
No, kicking b*tches out like a kickstand
It ain't hard to find where the bums at
And if you still broke when you come back
Please don't tell nobody this a comeback
All my n*ggas on go
All my b*tches want smoke
Can't eat with them, they broke
Can't beef with them, they hoes
[Chorus: Rocky Badd]
I'd rather keep sh*t quiet
I'd rather keep sh*t solid
Broke boy, keep out of my pockets
That's the type of sh*t that get violent
n*ggas stay lying
I already know who ain't got it
I don't give a f*ck what n*ggas bought
I cut a f*ck n*gga off
Lame ass n*ggas just soft
b*tch ass n*ggas just talk
You can tell I'm a boss by the walk