[RJMrLA:]
Lost a few friends and some enemies
Got some in the pen and they full of ink
They gossiping again, I know how niggas think
When I'm hopping out the Benz [?]
I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boys
But everybody got a choice
Boy, you know you gotta have poise
I'm the boy and the pockets on 'roids
Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet
You fucking with me, can't be fucking for free
Don't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet
Bitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to see
And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller
My heater nine milla, wood grip with no splinter
You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer
You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya
I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop
When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the lose
Had stripes on me too, I'm thinkin' what I'ma do
Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?

[RJMrLA