JD X 5mo - RPM Lyrics

Chillin at the kickback, who dat
Pull up at the scene we got two straps, no cap
Always on the grind we get no sleep, no naps
Gotta fucc it up not a mishap, beat snap
Know it's too cold I can see cuz ya lips chap
Niqqaz gone hate but it's funny that's a knee slap
Niqqaz keep rattin gotta hit em with the mouse trap
Fucc his ass up like Tyson that's a recap
Too many racks can't fit it in the briefcase
Niqqa too hard stay clean like toothpaste
Already blessed when we eat don't say grace
Finna blow up we gone buy us a new place
Get to the bag shii feeling like a horse race
Trippin over feelings gotta tie up your shoelace
Gotta catch up can't be goin at a slow pace
She can suck dick got a head like a fish face
Pull up on your girl now she mines niqqa get back
Sign up with a label if they offer more than 10 racks
Reach in my bag had to pull me out some beat snacks
No I'm not Asian I eat pussy I don't eat cats
Niqqaz too childish stop acting like big brats
Claim you a stallion, you a donkey niqqa eat grass
Say that you gang but switch claiming six flags
Hop on this wave but you not tryna kiss ass
Bxtch I be koolin but I'm always poppin hot shxt
Bought it from the net ain seen a nigga rock this
Can't ride the wave but yo bxtch she can ride dick
Watch on my wrist it can tick but I'm timeless
Put it in her face damn son where'd you find this
I really live it lotta niggas really rhyming
Bought a new gat matte black ain hiding
Still nappy boy f*ck yo bxtch with no line up
Told her snap back throw it back imma slide up
Nls now not next boy yo time up
Shirt too small think you need to get a size up
Shawty stay wet tell my homies that it dried up
Talkin bout money yea we stash hella big bucks
Say it with ya chest lil bitch better speak up
Tell me what's your size makin sure it's a D cup
We the big dawgs running shit you a lil pup
Gotta stop talkin you a bitch keep ya lip tucked
Finna cop a bag and a house with a big truck
Hot like a candle we lit like a bic
She don't wanna f*ck she say it is too big
I want the money yo girl want my kids
If I don't do nothing I'm gonna get rich
I need my pesos put hoes on my payroll
I'm snapping on beats like my lil cousin Drako
They think imma play I'm not playing wit play dough
I'm too f*cking real I can't hang wit you fake hoes
Lay under the covers you niggas just lay low
You think you that nigga I really don't think so
Her head too official she blow like a tank hole
I got on gold and it shine like a rainbow
Yeah she gone leave but I'm really not losing
No Austin powers my flow is too groovy
Bxtch called me lame but you broke what you doing
Can't be that lame had my dick in yo coochie
Got a new girl same day last Tuesday
Acting brand new got my old Bxtchs drooling
They think I'm cute I got chickens and cougars
I get what I want I won't trip over groupies
Niqqaz is scared like billy and Mandy
You People are childish let's feed you some candy
Im smashin your Girl she be comin in handy
Bitch I'm a savage but no I'm not randy
Get down on yo knees and don't try to act fancy
She swallow my nuts she got jaws like she sandy
I'm not from the Nawf so don't call me no yankee
Lil bitch I don't talk she just pull off her panties
Don't wanna f*ck cuz I think I might catch sum
Screaming bout murder but you ain you a dead bum
Niqqa to soft feed him last give him bread crumbs
F*ck her so good that lil pussy had went numb
Say they tote sticks but they ridin round with fake guns
Ask me if they ballin I say hell they don't make none
Name someone harder let me know cuz it ain none
JD on the beat you a clown bitch I been done