Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Rv. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| Must have forgot I’m a savage |
| I don’t cheff man once, I go over the top like a jacket |
| Bad B wanna come to the Niz, I’m tryna put a crop in her attic |
| What do you mean you won’t hold this dots? |
| Why’s this thot so dramatic |
| I whip coke in a Pyrex pot with the magic, chop it and bag it |
| Hit shots to the addicts, peng white girl like Roger the Rabbit |
| I lost count of the man that I’ve robbed for a package |
| But if I get a good price on the box then I’ll grab it |
| It was tuna and noodles in jail, now me and my girl just lobster and crab it |
| This ain’t pasta, G sales unlocked from a packet |
| Live corn for the opps, put two in the dots and slap it |
| Got it in my trench coat, not unexpected but I got all the gadgets |
| On my block I’m a boss, it’s not a shock like static |
| Cut from a different cloth, can’t feel the cuffs through my fabric |
| Couple man fell off, turned soft, couldn’t hack it |
| I can never see my friend in beef, and watch and not back it |
| If it weren’t for loss and expenses, could’ve sittin' on quarter of a M |
| I keep my ting for protection, attack’s the best form of defence |
| What do you know 'bout doing a booting one day, hitting the sauna the next? |
| Gunpowder’s a bitch, gotta make sure your pores are all cleansed |
| My girl was pregnant, tellin' me the baby’s kickin' |
| Them times there it was opp block settings, finding my latest victim |
| So much dirt on my rap sheet, dots takes up the space on my back seat |
| Still, I got my young boy begging me to take it with him |
| They ain’t got waps, don’t make me laugh like Dave Chappelle |
| Always keep smoke on me, RV ain’t taking L’s |
| I told mum I’ll never go back in, but 24/7 I’m packin' |
| Can’t get caught lackin', I’d rather go straight to jail |
| Think you can pull up on me and back your shank? |
| Don’t play yourself |
| Spin-spin ting holds six, you can get the whole thing, I ain’t savin' bells |
| I was sixteen in the 9, with sixteen in the 9 |
| Ends ringing off from the shots, didn’t even hear when the cases fell |
| Got a brown ting that holds my wap and she looks like K. Michelle |
| She don’t mean nuttin' to me but she’s saved on my phone under 'baby girl' |
| I done earned me a space in hell but I still ask God for forgiveness |
| What do you know about running down opps like shitden I really need to work on |
| my fitness |
| All the opps I’ve chased, I’m tired, put in so much work I retired |
| Bro would’ve came if I asked but I went on my own, no help was required |
| They ain’t out here, they’re liars, my shank game like Michael Myers |
| Don’t wanna see me slap it in reverse, skid, skrr, burn out the tyres |
| Them man chat, I’m about actions, get that pack, break it to fractions |
| If you see me with gang in the picture, that’s drillers and trappers, |
| we don’t need captions |
| Verbal abuse ain’t apart of my life, I just get 'round there and try catch them |
| I was on the opp block lurking, my girl was at home getting contractions |
| If I never went to jail for puttin' in work, lord knows OFB would’ve gone clear |
| Came and the streets are cold so I copped some heat and I bought me a Moncler |
| Still get-got if you’re from there, push your wig back like LeBron’s hair |
| Went Enfield, had a shank on my waist, tryna get that three on the boss chair |