Most of these niggas want new
All of my niggas want Rayge
Back on the stage
Im tryna find RYMNA
Tell em its not time to play
Its time to get paid
Im taking off with the loot
Fill up a bag
Flip it and fill up a safe
Make sure my niggas is safe
My family is safe
Ay now I'm ok
Turn it up loud
Roll up some loud
Po up a drink
This shit it is ill
I don't wanna chill
I just want to feel
Im not trying to think
F*ck being still
Spinning my wheels
I need some traction
Going up hill
Niggas is Jack n
Im f*cking with Jill
N we going half to come up on a mill
Shout out my girl, For keeping it trill
Shout out my niggas, For having my back
Got love for my brothers, who stay in the field
Do this for my fam to keep me on track
Outta the mud away from the trap
Clean from the dirt straight to the rap
I know my lane my spot in the game
We dealt w the pain, were here for the racks
Now
Quit acting like you don't me
I been putting in work with the OGs
Im tryna get doe and stack up mo cheese
Get big like fy fum fo fe
I aint got nothing fo ya bro gon leave
Snot nose Roscoe on both knees
Need to stop knocking on my doe please
We gon light ya ass up like the police
Just the other night I got stopped on Alabama
2 cops pulled me over but I knew just how to handle it
My registration was out, I wasn't really panicking
I knew it was a warning so I went ahed and handed em
My ID
Knowing everything would be cool
If I politely
Stepped out and followed the rules
I let em go through the whip and when they were through
He ask me when my shit drop I said 2/22
I just put a cup in side a cup
Pour it over ice and let it chill
If you from my side you know Wusup
Being from the H don't make you trill
Breaking down some purp im rolling up
My nigga got some purp he popped the seal
Swanging lane to lane and popping trunk
Banging UGK don't make you trill
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RYMNA - Middle Child Freestyle (Joseph 2.22) Lyrics
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Most of these niggas want new
All of my niggas want Rayge
Back on the stage
Im tryna find RYMNA
Tell em its not time to play
Its time to get paid
Im taking off with the loot
Fill up a bag
Flip it and fill up a safe
Make sure my niggas is safe
My family is safe
Ay now I'm ok
Turn it up loud
Roll up some loud
Po up a drink
This shit it is ill
I don't wanna chill
I just want to feel
Im not trying to think
F*ck being still
Spinning my wheels
I need some traction
Going up hill
Niggas is Jack n
Im f*cking with Jill
N we going half to come up on a mill
Shout out my girl, For keeping it trill
Shout out my niggas, For having my back
Got love for my brothers, who stay in the field
Do this for my fam to keep me on track
Outta the mud away from the trap
Clean from the dirt straight to the rap
I know my lane my spot in the game
We dealt w the pain, were here for the racks
Now
Quit acting like you don't me
I been putting in work with the OGs
Im tryna get doe and stack up mo cheese
Get big like fy fum fo fe
I aint got nothing fo ya bro gon leave
Snot nose Roscoe on both knees
Need to stop knocking on my doe please
We gon light ya ass up like the police
Just the other night I got stopped on Alabama
2 cops pulled me over but I knew just how to handle it
My registration was out, I wasn't really panicking
I knew it was a warning so I went ahed and handed em
My ID
Knowing everything would be cool
If I politely
Stepped out and followed the rules
I let em go through the whip and when they were through
He ask me when my shit drop I said 2/22
I just put a cup in side a cup
Pour it over ice and let it chill
If you from my side you know Wusup
Being from the H don't make you trill
Breaking down some purp im rolling up
My nigga got some purp he popped the seal
Swanging lane to lane and popping trunk
Banging UGK don't make you trill
All of my niggas want Rayge
Back on the stage
Im tryna find RYMNA
Tell em its not time to play
Its time to get paid
Im taking off with the loot
Fill up a bag
Flip it and fill up a safe
Make sure my niggas is safe
My family is safe
Ay now I'm ok
Turn it up loud
Roll up some loud
Po up a drink
This shit it is ill
I don't wanna chill
I just want to feel
Im not trying to think
F*ck being still
Spinning my wheels
I need some traction
Going up hill
Niggas is Jack n
Im f*cking with Jill
N we going half to come up on a mill
Shout out my girl, For keeping it trill
Shout out my niggas, For having my back
Got love for my brothers, who stay in the field
Do this for my fam to keep me on track
Outta the mud away from the trap
Clean from the dirt straight to the rap
I know my lane my spot in the game
We dealt w the pain, were here for the racks
Now
Quit acting like you don't me
I been putting in work with the OGs
Im tryna get doe and stack up mo cheese
Get big like fy fum fo fe
I aint got nothing fo ya bro gon leave
Snot nose Roscoe on both knees
Need to stop knocking on my doe please
We gon light ya ass up like the police
Just the other night I got stopped on Alabama
2 cops pulled me over but I knew just how to handle it
My registration was out, I wasn't really panicking
I knew it was a warning so I went ahed and handed em
My ID
Knowing everything would be cool
If I politely
Stepped out and followed the rules
I let em go through the whip and when they were through
He ask me when my shit drop I said 2/22
I just put a cup in side a cup
Pour it over ice and let it chill
If you from my side you know Wusup
Being from the H don't make you trill
Breaking down some purp im rolling up
My nigga got some purp he popped the seal
Swanging lane to lane and popping trunk
Banging UGK don't make you trill
Writer: Jermaine Cole, Raymond Auzenne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid