RNS lyrics
by ERIC NORTH
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
They say I'm not talking that sh*t
(You f*cking idiot, you f*cking idiot)
Alright, I’ma talk [?] (Put that sh*t down)
(Put the pen down)
Alright, let's talk some sh*t (b*tch)
Yuh, aye
[Verse]
High school gettin' lit like we some college kids (Yeah)
I took that b*tch out to the [?] (Yeah)
She grab my dreads like [?] triple 6 (Yeah)
This little b*tch is f*cking dirty, takin’ triple di*ks
Gettin' blasted off the 40 while she suckin' di*k (Yeah)
And now my n*ggas in the back and steady shootin' sh*t (Yeah)
f*ck a blade, you's a lame, why you cuttin' sh*t? (Yeah)
'Cause you ain't got no f*ckin’ fists to beat a n*gga with
I’ma f*ck you up until you're unrecognizable (b*tch)
I wanna take your f*ckin’ head 'causе I'm despisin' you (b*tch)
I wanna take your lifelеss body and start bitin’ you (b*tch)
I drag your body down to hell and start devourin' you (f*cking idiot)
[Chorus]
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
No, don't talk to me like that, lil' boy, I ain't no b*tch (b*tch)
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (b*tch)
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
Boy, don't talk to me like that, I ain't no little b*tch
[Outro]
(b*tch, you stupid b*tch, b*tch)
You f*cking c*nt
Don't f*cking disrespect me, you stupid b*tch