What Up Rj Pt 2

(Enrgy made this one)

What up, Enrgy?

(RJ always trippin', man)

We know that, damn

(RJ always trippin', man)

Yeah, ghetto boy shit, nigga

(What up, Enrgy? Nigga, it's Rio)

Free Big P, nigga, free C

(RJ always trippin', man)

I know

RJ, why the fuck you always trippin'?

Had to call the opps like why the fuck y'all always slippin'?

Yeah, I just hit my favorite stripper

The only reason she let me fuck 'cause I always tip her

When I got them thirties in me, I be talkin' different

When I got that thirty on me, I be walkin' different

Ten racks on his head, now he dead, I just bought a nigga

I done shot a couple niggas in the head, never fought a nigga

Dior t-shirt on my back, yeah, the cloth expensive

Your nigga really broke as hell, but he talk expensive

Damn, I can't find no drank, guess I gotta cough to get it

Batteries went dead in the whip, I'll walk to get it

Locked in the booth with RJ, we on platinum time

Yeah, I sell dope, but charge more if it's after nine

In the hood with cake, I hit the run with the apple pies

I ain't wanna knock his head off, but he passed the line

Twelve racks for the plain submariner, what your Rollie cost?

Eighty-seven thou' for the Bimmer, what your oldie cost?

Don't get to talkin' 'bout no money '

Fore I fuck, you gon' throw me off

Made a quarter million, now the bitch wanna show me off

I ain't blowin' no money on you, you could blow this dick

Ridin' 'round with my gangster bitch, she wanna hold the stick

Walk around with twenty, thirty racks, I'm so legit

I love the way the drank make me feel, I don't wanna quit

Mix the Wocky with the snot, call it thug potion

Girly pussy really wasn't shit, we had a dull moment

Pussy lips longer than a bitch, you can tug on it

Police nigga ratted on his mans, threw a bug on him

Private session with my dancin' bitch, threw a club on her

Had Truth in the back gettin' high with the club owner

Bitch sucked the skin on my dick, got a dub on me

Creep up on you with the thirty-eight, put the snub on you

Spent eleven-somethin' thou' for the Rio piece

My other chain a dub, Gary said give him three more weeks

I'm runnin' up some dog shit, I don't need no sleep

Hundred shots on the PLR, I'll clean your street

Just popped a nigga up close, gotta clean my heat

Bitch, we ridin' in a Rolls-Royce, better clean your feet

The only Flint nigga in a Phantom can't be low-key

If I can't find the Wock', I'ma see Lil Green and

If I can't find no red, I'ma drink Patrón

Pourin' everybody else a cup, I can't drink alone

Ridin' with my white bitch, I told her cut the Beatles on

We on our way to church, she like, "Bae, please leave the pole"

Catch you slippin' at the stop sign, I'ma drop everything

I ain't start poppin' Perc 30s until Barry Kane

Fuck love, the only bitch I fuck with is Mary Jane

Fuck your jeweler, we got VVS's in every chain

Mike blowin' cigarettes in a quarter-million-dollar car

(Catch a nigga slippin' after life)

That's a quarter-million-dollar bar

Bitch, 'cause I'm legendary

Owe you out of pape', I'll see you in February

You niggas tax-time ballers, it's embarrassing

Every pair of foreign shoes, question is what pair I'm in

I don't ever speak to hoes I hit, I just stare at them

Me and your nigga ain't the same, no comparison

Hundred racks in dubs in the yard 'cause I buried it

My bitch got so much ass back there, I gotta carry it

I be with some drank every day, I should marry it

The pussy good as fuck, but she black like Harriet

If you wanna hit that raw, we hirin' drivers

Extra hundred K for the whip, this bitch carbon fiber

Shot the PLR just once, bet it start a riot

I don't know the right way to love and I'm tired of trying