What Up Rj

(Enrgy made this one)

What up, RJ? Enrgy, Ghetto Boyz shit (Bitch)

What up, Mike?

Let's show these niggas how we do it

(RJ always trippin', man)

RJ always trippin'

Ayy, what up, RJ?

Unc' mixed the soft with the hard and made a parfait

Sippin' on some red while gettin' head by the fireplace

My lil' nigga ran off with a head, we in a car chase

Militant with this AR pistol, I'll drop a fly

Me and Rio drank two pints of red, feel like I'm 'bout to die

Niggas drinkin' carbonated lean, that shit oxidize

I picked a pint of Act' over my bitch, that's a compromise

Withdrawn, I'm drinkin' Oxycontin, I don't feel alive

My bitch don't call my phone in a minute, I think I'm 'bout to lie

Nigga said I can't fuck his bitch, I think I'm 'bout to try

I just spilled a deuce of Wock', I think I'm 'bout to cry

Almost asked Mike is he strapped, that's a dumb question

She asked me was I strapped after I nutted, that's a dumb question

Preferably, I hope all y'all die with y'all bum asses

But don't mind what I just said, that's just a suggestion

White buffs with the pointers in 'em cost me seven racks

Cuz dropped two grams in the pot and brought eleven back

I was taught fuckin' off them Percs burn belly fat

I need two pair of Air Force 1s, I'm bringin' Nelly back

Psych, I need all the J's

A nigga passed me a blunt of glue and he caught the fade

How the fuck we make twenty-five racks and we off today?

My doctor pulled up on me unexpected and brought some drank

I'm tired of drivin' foreign shit, I might walk today

Bitch, I ain't had no codeine, I can't talk today

Yesterday, we played the condo, we in the loft today

Thirty racks on me, I sold a half a brick of soft today

Me, Mike, and Louie need to be on the wall of fame

Bito don't see, he need to be on the wall of shame

I'll politely shoot you in your head twice and walk away

Can't no nigga in Flint fuck with me if we talkin' pay

Sandpaper grip on my Glock walk you down with ease

Free my nigga C, real hustler, he was housin' fiends

I couldn't even say my ABCs, ain't can pronounce lean

Eleven thousand blues on the floor, I gotta count these

Damn, now that's some stupid shit

The Hellcat is basic, boy, you gotta drop coupe to shit

Knock a nigga out, then slice his neck with a crucifix

Takin' pictures fuckin' on your bitch, I got proof of it

Why you think Baby Ghost quick to shoot? I taught him that

The rap scene died in 810, I brought it back

Them Perc 30s tried to beat my ass, I fought 'em back

Bitch, I got a hundred racks on me, stop talkin' back

Take a bitch on vacation to Cali', buy her all the bags

She ain't let me fuck, took them bitches back, now she walkin' back

Bitch called me ninety-nine times, I ain't call her back

I think I fell in love with a rat, let me fall back

Second hardest of the Ghetto Boyz, nigga, free P

A nigga try to come to Flint and rap, he gotta see me

The tips of my bullets same color as some kiwi

Been shittin' for two years straight, it's time for a three-peat

Backwood filled with exotic, this one to the face

Runnin' out of room for my kicks, I need a bigger place

I upped thirty racks on my bitch, she ain't got shit to say

Cuttin' dope in my mama kitchen, got a dish to plate

Mix a 'Raq with Sprite, drop a deuce of Act', now it's exotic

Beat a bitch ass, then fuck her raw, I'm Mr. Toxic

I got some shit in my pocket cover seven years of college

Told my young bitch I don't eat pussy, I'm on a diet

Pass the Percs out, I got the whole gang high, I'm the pilot

Bitch, you can't drive the boat, but you can ride it

Nine 30s in my system, I think I'm dyin'

If you find a Perc' stronger than a blue, I wanna try it