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intro - rv lyrics

[verse]
must have forgot i’m a savage
i don’t cheff man once, i go over the top like a jacket
bad b wanna come to the niz, i’m tryna put a crop in her attic
what do you mean you won’t hold this dots? why’s this thot so dramatic
i whip c-ke in a pyrex pot with the magic, chop it and bag it
hit shots to the addicts, peng white girl like roger the rabbit
i lost count of the man that i’ve robbed for a package
but if i get a good price on the box then i’ll grab it
it was tuna and noodles in jail, now me and my girl just lobster and crab it
this ain’t pasta, g sales unlocked from a packet
live corn for the opps, put two in the dots and slap it
got it in my trench coat, not unexpected but i got all the gadgets
on my block i’m a boss, it’s not a shock like static
cut from a different cloth, can’t feel the cuffs through my fabric
couple man fell off, turned soft, couldn’t hack it
i can never see my friend in beef, and watch and not back it
if it weren’t for loss and expenses, could’ve sittin’ on quarter of a m
i keep my ting for protection, attack’s the best form of defence
what do you know ’bout doing a booting one day, hitting the sauna the next?
gunpowder’s a b-tch, gotta make sure your pores are all cleansed
my girl was pregnant, tellin’ me the baby’s kickin’
them times there it was opp block settings, finding my latest victim
so much dirt on my rap sheet, dots takes up the sp-ce on my back seat
still, i got my young boy begging me to take it with him
they ain’t got waps, don’t make me laugh like dave chappelle
always keep smoke on me, rv ain’t taking l’s
i told mum i’ll never go back in, but 24/7 i’m packin’
can’t get caught lackin’, i’d rather go straight to jail
think you can pull up on me and back your shank? don’t play yourself
spin-spin ting holds six, you can get the whole thing, i ain’t savin’ bells
i was sixteen in the 9, with sixteen in the 9
ends ringing off from the shots, didn’t even hear when the cases fell
got a brown ting that holds my wap and she looks like k. mich-lle
she don’t mean nuttin’ to me but she’s saved on my phone under ‘baby girl’
i done earned me a sp-ce in h-ll but i still ask god for forgiveness
what do you know about running down opps like sh-tden i really need to work on my fitness
all the opps i’ve chased, i’m tired, put in so much work i retired
bro would’ve came if i asked but i went on my own, no help was required
they ain’t out here, they’re liars, my shank game like michael myers
don’t wanna see me slap it in reverse, skid, skrr, burn out the tyres
them man chat, i’m about actions, get that pack, break it to fractions
if you see me with gang in the picture, that’s drillers and trappers, we don’t need captions
verbal abuse ain’t apart of my life, i just get ’round there and try catch them
i was on the opp block lurking, my girl was at home getting contractions
if i never went to jail for puttin’ in work, lord knows ofb would’ve gone clear
came and the streets are cold so i copped some heat and i bought me a moncler
still get-got if you’re from there, push your wig back like lebron’s hair
went enfield, had a shank on my waist, tryna get that three on the boss chair

- rv lyrics

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