R.y.p.

R.y.p.
Who killed Juliet?
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Run your fuckin' pockets cause I need cash (I need cash)
And you lookin' like a stain because I need racks (I need racks)
I'mma count up all these ends and I'mma finesse
I don't need no hoe, it's money over bitches
I just wanna count my guap, I'm thumbin' through a check
You try to flex on Instagram, thumbin' through your rent
You know my chain go stupid hard, it's a retard
You flexin' a chain, I know you got from a kiosk

Only need guap, more now
Lean in my cup, slow down
Drugs in my blood, compound
I'm gonna f*** her mouth
Smellin' your fear, hell hound
Numbers appear, I don't wanna count
Smokin' with the team then stuck on a couch
Eyes grey when AK spray straight from your house
Everybody know you're a motherfuckin' pu***
I swear you lost your bitch if she smokin' to my music
Never fuc*** none of your hoes so they never gonna use me
Only colors of my gold is the way I got me choosin'
See you in hell
Run your fuckin' pockets cause I need cash
And you lookin' like a stain because I need racks
I'mma count up all these ends and I'mma finesse
I don't need no hoe, it's money over bitches
Run your fuckin' pockets cause I need cash
And you lookin' like a stain because I need racks
I'mma count up all these ends and I'mma finesse
I don't need no hoe, it's money over bitches
Run your fuckin' pockets cause I need cash
And you lookin' like a stain because I need racks
I'mma count up all these ends and I'mma finesse
I don't need no hoe, it's money over bitches