RRN (feat. Pouya) lyrics

(Bye-bye) Never Too Different Roughneck with the blunt breath I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left Left read like a drunk text Hide a bottle in the nightgown Leave the crown, just wanna cross-dress Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a God complex Jumpin' on the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off Scotch And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket God bless Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set, God bless Tip top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the Internet's best, God bless Pocket might blow, 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross' neck Pocket might blow, 'cause I'm— pocket might blow, 'cause I'm— Rick Ross, rat race, wrist on frappe Ice like I'm tryna make a black-blue bruise break Ice like nice watch, ice like icy hot Hot, but she only bust it over for the ice, that's an icebox Box with a pinebox like it's Kill Bill Pop pills full of mindrot, brainrot Heavy artillery till my brain top (Uh) With so many damn hair triggers that'll drain clog I'm an old man's fan, but I still play ball I can make a grandstand, kinda like baseball Black pant, black shirt, lookin' like an 8-ball If I go to war, treat the bullets like they paintballs I'll be at the top of the tank in a tank-top T put his tongue on a 20k tab Good job, made a rimjob at a bank job Good job, made a rimjob at a bank job Face off like it's bath salt, see the face all Blue box pulling out a bernie like Madoff Blue box pulling out a bernie like Sanders Sick brain, hope it ain't cancer Show the great manners Protege, I motivate, then roll away like campers Where the fuck is Token? Answer He be gettin' head from a dear like Antlers Roughneck with the blunt breath I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left Left read like a drunk text Hide a bottle in the nightgown Leave the crown, just wanna cross-dress Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a God complex Jumpin' on the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off Scotch And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket God bless Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set, God bless Tip top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the Internet's best, God bless Pocket might blow, 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross' neck Pocket might blow, 'cause I'm— pocket might blow, 'cause I'm— B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E La-da-di-da, singin' my life away Used to siphon gas, lurkin' through garbage cans Felt like a possum, neighborhood robbin' Nobody around me, stop me I eat we eat, baby yeah, [?], put it all on me Baby, know what I want Everything in the zone, I don't go to the mall Never leave my crib, only wash my balls when your bitch come through I get respect 'cause I paid my dues I'm breakin' my neck if I'm aimin' at you Fourty-five MAC-11s and an AR, too Sick of this fuck boy, lookin' at me 'cause none of these hoes are lookin' at you Yeah, break out my cuff and I'm feelin' like Who would've thought I would get out of school? Stacking my bread, I'm feelin' like Gucci Double-O seven in an all-white hoop Baby bone and Token Two silhouettes comin' out the smoke and chain smokin' I'm a Florida boy, no West Coast I'm a Florida boy till I'm croakin' Roughneck with the blunt breath I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left Left read like a drunk text Hide a bottle in the nightgown Leave the crown, just wanna cross-dress Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a God complex Jumpin' on the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off Scotch And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket God bless Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set, God bless Tip top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the Internet's best, God bless Pocket might blow, 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross' neck Pocket might blow, 'cause I'm— pocket might blow, 'cause I'm—