Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RPs, artist - Cash Click BoogDate of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
RPs |
| I just popped an RP, that’s a real perky |
| Lost a bar in '05 and it still hurt me |
| Drunk a 12 oz of clean now my ribs hurting |
| Hit your bitch in your crib, hope your kids heard me |
| Shot this Glock a bunch of times, but it’s still working |
| Everybody telling now, I’m starting to feel nervous |
| On my way to Daly City for a pill purchase, what you know about a thousand pack |
| of M30s |
| 2Shott say he wanna go, he just need a rental |
| 2 bad hoes in Palm Springs, spend the weekend with them |
| All I hang around is scandalous and sketchy niggas |
| So he probably got a pistol if you see me with them |
| If she ain’t talking selling pussy I might reconsider |
| Your bitch rode the dick, stuck my wee-wee in her |
| Heard we mixing lactose, tell me bring my blender |
| First day I sign my deal, imma bring my niggas |
| First day I sign my deal, imma call my plug, and the lean man; |
| bring me all my |
| drugs |
| It feel like I robbed a bank with all these god damn dubs |
| I just mixed the drank, nigga I’m poured up |
| Everytime I hit the county I did not roll up |
| In my cell rolling reefer that’s how I rolled up |
| 500 for the hustling, you wear 501s |
| When it was time to catch a body, you did not go once |
| Ain’t gone speak about them bodies, no, I’m better than that |
| But I hate them niggas, confederate flag |
| I only smoke exotic weed cuz it help me relax |
| Prolly by myself, but I’m heavily strapped |
| Verse 2: Sada Baby |
| Used to drink liquour, beat niggas up in my 501s |
| Now it’s blue hundreds and Amiri’s, these is not no 1s |
| Ask the motherfucking **, they ain’t got no guns |
| All em bitches, got the scopes legs and the drums |
| I put my elbow on that shit when I remix the pack |
| I got my foot all in the pot, fiends be tasting that |
| I say I step all on that dope, I put my soul in it |
| They say it’s smoke up in the air, we put your soul in it |
| She want hit the blade for me, then I’m gone send her home |
| Imma killer and he pushed me so I did him wrong |
| Should have listened to his momma told him leave me 'lone |
| AR on me do him bad; |
| talking to the bone |
| You wouldn’t know no top side if it was on your stove |
| Got my first bands hand to hand, wasn’t on no phone |
| First bands ain’t come off no scam got em off the road |
| Transportin em cash cuz down the way I should have poured one |
| Nigga you don’t remember glass pints, you never sold one |
| Now have me sipping Akorn, miss the old ones |
| I drop a 4, pop a perc, bitch I’m on one |
| No *** I can’t fuck with the long ones |
| In my opinion RPs is the strong ones |
| Them things let you hit that monk-a-donk |
| Give her perc dick in the whip think she homeless |
| Hit that chicken tender from the back til she boneless |
| I know I ain’t got it all, ain’t gotta tell me that |
| Nigga pulled up with the fake joints can’t sell me that |
| Made me kill you and your daddy, where the hell he at? |
| Like who the fuck sent you my way, where the hell he from? |
| Fuck around get to shooting at everybody better tell me somethin |
| Chopstick hold a hunnid somebody tell me why the hell he running |
| Louboutin Glock like yella beezy got the LB bussin |
| All the whips red with the Hemis you can tell we bomin |
| Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG |
| Ay, what up boogie down, everybody getting money nigga look around |
| We in the club smoking big, make em shut it down |
| I guess I’m finna smoke a nigga, ain’t no Runtz around |
| I’m in Cali, getting high, drinking Morten Grove |
| Used to be a dusty nigga I ain’t poured no mo' |
| Used to hit a different bitch every day, I ain’t a whore no mo' |
| Caught a case, 50 on a lawyer, I ain’t got court no mo' |
| The first day I sign my deal I’m buying a hunnid Glocks |
| 60 FNs and like twenty chops |
| I make a 20 strip a week, I used to punch the clock |
| Started beefing when it hot and got his brother shot |
| I got some new cut for the dog that look like butterscotch |
| A nigga say he caught me slipping that’s a fucking lie |
| You woulda died in 14 days like a butterfly |
| Caught him at the light and blew his ass with a rusty 9 |
| Now you can’t cuz you just had to watch yo cousin die (terrible) |
| 40 shots, imma squeeze it til the muzzle hot |
| My granny listen to my music, I can’t cuss a lot (shh) |
| When I was broke my bitch was mad, she used to fuss a lot |
| Now I got pape, I be fucking til my muscles lock |
| All tears, 501s this a hustler now (damn) |
| I might get teary-eyed I’m in here onion chopping |
| Who need some adderall 30s? |
| I think my uncle got em (I think bo got em) |
| Catch an opp on halloween, he getting his pumpkin popped |
| We got a new plug on the lean, ain’t no running out |
| I might put ** on pint and make a hundred ounces |
| That nigga prolly feeling good, I bet his stomach not |
| A nigga system backed up, he need a plunger now |
| Let the plug give me the back, gave him the run-around |
| Caught an opp walking outta court and I punched him out |
| 308. got power, aim it at a tree and cut it down |
| (Yeahhhh, what up boog nigga it’s Rio in this bitch |
| Boys and you know whats going on) |