MR4L (feat. Riccy Runtz) Video (MV)

(Aw, shit!)
(I'm the typa nigga take his stick and already got me one)
(Take that stick, you heard me, f*ck nigga)
(This that one beat that be turnin' me up in this bitch, ya' heard me?)
(Aye)
(Yuh)
I'm the typa nigga take yo' stick and I already got me one
Them same bitch ass niggas, they be dissin', ain't even do me none
12 took my stick, but it's alright, cause I pop bounds
We call 'em relay, cause he grabbed that pole and ran with his gun
Bitch, I smoke that loud, I need earplugs when I smoke it
He don't really bang that heat, only IG reels, when he tote it
2.23's a hit his chest, and make him swell just like a blowfish
Come through that bitch, with me and my pole, y'all niggas quiet cause y'all know it
Ha
FTOS, the only ones I really hang around
I'm a simple man, I like my dollas blue, and my women brown
Ha, behind my brothers, nigga, I'll kill the town
You talkin' bout that gun play, call up Sean, cause he don't play around
Yeah, bet J4 comin' with that blatt
You see that gun up on that counter? Grab it, hit 'em in his chest
I like it when it hit his chest, and grab his soul, and then his breath
Then after them bullets wrap his soul, he close his eyes, and then it's death
(Bitch!)
Been out my mind for a lil minute, I can't relax
They put a bag up on my head, I told that bitch to double that
Long live 10, and free that boy so we can kill his ass, at that
(I said, long live 10, and free that boy so we can kill his ass, at that)
Nigga, black flags, I'm bangin' it
If he play with me, I tell my 5, "Kill who he hangin' with"
All my niggas soldiered down, they ain't got no name, bitch
FTOS, F*ck The Other Side, I'm on that gang shit
F*ck ha', un huh, I hate that bitch
Nigga don't want no problems with me, but you want my head gone?
After I f*ck the lil bitch, she know she gotta head home
She be all up on my body, she like, "Rik, you dead wrong"
If these niggas was outside, they wouldn't have a soul
And I'm Three up in this shit, nigga
She wanna f*ck, but she don't even suck dick, nigga
We run the whole town, this shit ridiculous, nigga
And since a jit, I ain't never had no f*ckin' sense, nigga
I put that bag up on yo' head, and get you hit, nigga
And if he flexin' all that shit, I turn yo' bitch ass to a lick
Man, f*ck ha', she can't tell me shit, she wasn't here when I was on my dick
Thinkin' bout get back I'ma get
Like, how many bitches that I done hit?
(Haha, ah)
(You out yo' body now nigga, you done f*cked up)
(Who out they body? I'm out my body)
(They got me f*cked up)
(It's me and Twin, spinnin' in that truck)
(Spinnin' in that truck, tryna put a nigga up)
(Mmn)
(Tryna put a nigga up)
(Mmn)
(Tryna put a nigga up)
(Mmn)
(Tryna put a nigga up)
(Mmn)
(Tryna put a nigga up)