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Boldy James - Rsns Lyrics

RSNS Lyrics[Verse 1]
These niggas kill me acting like that they was really out here with us, totin' thrillers
Really play with them chirps, not just on Twitter
Center stone in the pinky ring look like rhinestone glitter
My shine’s on shimmer, might just bounce out on nine four-wheelers
Think I'm a lick or somethin', nicknamed my .45 Glorilla
My chop gon’ send him up in flames if this Glock don't seal the deal, can't rock with these niggas if V Don don't feel 'em
Got a pint of VS, so people, this not no liquor
Was taught to first get the paper, rock on scissor
Belvey in graves, cradle to the grave, catchin' pops on Spencer
Say you diggin' graves, who grave you dug? You not no digger
You not no nigga if your neighborhood don't got no skrilla
Your pot don’t simmer, jumped in the deep, but you not no swimmer
Who shot your nigga? You ain’t cut like that, you not no Skilla
Ain't got no feelings, my shooter, he just popped four jiggers
Can say a lot about my gang, can’t say we not no killers

[Interlude]
Let's get it
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[Chorus]
Real street nigga shit, never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap, seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit, twenty-three for the split
Two-family flat, selling keys of the fent'
Real street nigga shit, bill me for the hit
Get a nigga whacked, that's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit
Yeah, real street nigga shit
Let’s get it

[Verse 2]
Pick of the litter, I ain't got no album fillers
Black chinchilla, back of the back, burnin' bags of apple fritter
Basking in the glamour, boy, don't make me double-tap the trigger
Smash 'em with the hammer, show you why they call Bo Jack the wizard
When it come to who stood on the biz, I was standin' on the big stilts
In the city where the French-built kids get killed over spilled milk
Wrap you up in your silk quilt, strig heavy as an anvil
Weighin' up on my handheld, in the hood like a fan belt
Take a nigga face, my stepper got a foot rash
Was steppin' on the flake like a foot pad, Drac' in the bookbag
Everything upscale
Granny like, "You smell that?" I'm like, "What smell?"
Pops been a cop my whole life, nigga, still, it's fuck 12
How much you want for the cutie? We dumpin' dumbells
But first, I make the work jump Judy and then I jump bail
Done sold so much blow, think a nigga left a dust trail
My nigga Luck been locked up for so long, he damn near from jail

[Interlude]
Where we at?
227

[Chorus]
Real street nigga shit, never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap, seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit, twenty-three for the split
Two-family flat, selling keys of the fent'
Real street nigga shit, bill me for the hit
Get a nigga whacked, that's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit
Yeah, real street nigga shit
Let's get it