R.I.E, bitch

I don't know which motherfucking pill I'm taking next

But I know that that bitch gonna have some fucking side effects, yeah

My bitch looking at me so I think she's thinking sex, yeah

Yo bitch looking at me so I think she sent a text, yeah

We got cash on deck, yeah

We gon' chase a cheque, yeah

I be dropping shit that gon' make you hit the deck, yeah

You best not expect, yeah

'Cause you won't get a spec, yeah

I come to inspect even if I don't suspеct, yeah

If you know what's good you'll take that good shit off your neck, yеah

Cause I got sticky fingers man, that might be the pussy

Might let off some ringers if these boys be getting cushy

And they better have something to bring us but I ain't being pushy

I'm talking 'bout moral man

Y'all can go to hell man

All I need to do is hear a fucking homie yell man

Push you down a well man

I be like "Oh well" man

When they ask me questions bitch I just say "He fell man"

I ain't bout to stress bro

I ain't bout to panic

I ain't got no dress code

I ain't got no standards

I ain't fucking royalty

I just need that loyalty

Fuck me over, dump you in the river

Check your buoyancy

I bet two days later I'm gon' have all of your boys with me

That brings me right back to my point man

People love to swap sides

Blood up in the day

And then they crip tonight

But I can't be your Superman

And I don't give a Hoover Dam

If you wanna trip I'll make it short

Mini Cooper man

All of y'all be stupid man

Grab a damn bazooka man

Watch me fucking nuke a man

Bullets got an appetite

Watch them fucking chew man

You know a man

You knew a man

Past tense

History

Y'all can't fuck with R.I.E

This shit ain't no mystery

Rotate like rotisseries

Ain't nothing sweet bitch

This ain't no patisserie

Kill yo ass in Italy and watch you float to Sicily

Homie, this that sick shit

Yeah I'm talking big drip

Like a fucking slit wrist

Don't pull up on pimp shit

I know you got that limp dick

Yo bitch be on that simp shit

Telling me shit that I don't even wanna know

In my fucking ear 'til the motherfucking sun up bro

Everybody thinking that they on the fucking come up bro

Only way that that's true is if she do not swallow bro

Clip full as fuck but you know the bullets hollow though

Don't be scared to holla hoe

Got a lot of nerve like the shit under your collarbone

All my homies solid bro

I just tell em "I'ma go"

And I know that they follow so

If you wanna spark something

I'ma bring that powder bro

Let em hate

Then detonate

That shit gonna set em straight

Got the blunt rolled, heavyweight

Got the lighter, featherweight

Hope they never separate

This bitch ain't got legs man

Those are fucking heaven's gates

So it's time to penetrate

I just ditched my old life

I'm a real renegade

Now it's time to celebrate

Best choice that I ever made