Rag3 Kidd
(Hey, everybody)
Screaming, "Fuck that, I'ma go where my niggas go"
Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance, ho" (Yeah)
Inside, trying to find what I'm missing, ho
Rage kid, we gon' pop out, let's get it, ho (Let's go)
Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon
Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam (Grrt, grrt)
Free the guys, fuck the law that's just keepin' 'em
We gon' fight 'til they home
and they freein' em (What? What?)
March of freedom, Are We There Yet? like Nia Long
Ray Charles, fuck the hate, wе ain't seein' 'em
Old niggas, swear that new onеs mistreatin' 'em
Go figure, blamin' them, but you leadin' 'em
See, I told y'all, you niggas can't defeat me (Huh)
Ballin' like LaMelo while they tryna overseas me (Yeah)
Get your shit together, love, this shit don't come easy
Like I told you once before
the world is yours, you don't need me
I spy the red dot on my opps, watch 'em die, ayy (Boom)
We bringing big smoke
make 'em artichoke, that's a different diet, no say (Ha-ha)
We had to beat the pot
to have a popping squad and make a profit
bye then adios (Jet)
'Cause this shit karate in the Bentley body
we be kicking knowledge to you folks (Skrrt)
I'm finna yippee-ki-yay-ayy (What?)
We tryna hit the sky, aye-ayy (What?)
I think she know the vibe, aye-ayy (What?)
We never trip the tie-aye-ayys (Yeah)
This shit a piece of pie, I'm a different guy
Watch my flow, my switch ups got 'em mesmerized
Now your new nigga hurt and I sympathize
And lil' bro got my new music memorized, yeah (Huh?)
Sometimes I wanna go back
and visit the city lights, yeah (Yeah)
This LA life no good
I haven't been feeling right, yeah (Feeling right, yeah)
But I had to take off
I don't wanna be victimized, yeah (Victimized, yeah)
Just tell me, would I really be wrong
if I came back to stay the night?
Yeah (Stay the night, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Screaming, "Fuck that, I'ma go where my niggas go"
Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance, ho"
Inside, trying to find what I'm missing, ho (What?)
Rage kid, we gon' pop out, let's get it, ho (Let's go)
Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon
Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam (Grrt, grrt)
Free the guys, fuck the law that's just keepin' 'em
We gon' fight 'til they home and they freein' em (What?)
March of freedom, Are We There Yet? like Nia Long
Ray Charles, fuck the hate, we ain't seein' 'em (What?)
Old niggas, swear that new ones mistreatin' 'em
Go figure, blamin' them
but you leadin' 'em (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
But that's whatever (What?)
Tryna get my bag together (Buh-buh)
Tryna get my bag together
That's forever
Tryna go change the weather, yeah, yeah (Ha)
Tryna go change the weather, yeah
I gotta get this shit together
Compositores: Daijon Cotty Davis (Dc The Don), Tyler Maline
ECAD: Obra #45799139