R8

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Gwuapo] Huh, huh (Fast Life) Yeah, yeah Uh, uh [Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] RJ, R8 Or he might go hop in the 550 If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me Only ten in the clip, this is not 50 Rus Balla chilled out But don't make that nigga come slide with me Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger He keep on throwing them shots with me [Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo] Hold on Tell me the nigga that act up I call up Doola, he spin in the Uber But fuck it, though, bro comin' masked up Say you got killers and you in the field But y'all got no bodies that add up Papi my brother, he Crippin' for real (He Crippin' for real) But most of my niggas throw hats up I put an opp in the blunt, roll the gas up (Uh) I'm tryna raise all the stats up Rus Balla eat, if he food, he get packed up You ain't immaculate, why you don't MAC up? Hop out a Range, I can't hop out a black truck Who would be dumb to come try and attack us? We finished with him, his body get wrapped up I'm making money and building the trap up (Uh) [Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] RJ, R8 Or he might go hop in the 550 If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me Only ten in the clip, this is not 50 Rus Balla chilled out But don't make that nigga come slide with me Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger He keep on throwing them shots with me [Verse 2: KJ Balla] My shooter be throwing them shots with me If I pull up, I bring the whole block with me Walking around with a Glock on me One call and them bodies gon' drop for me Couple youngins, they spinning the block for me For that bag, you know how they rock for me Got a baddie, she sending the drop (Sending the drop) If you lacking, we hitting his top (Gang, gang) I keep a tool on me Twenty thousand on some jewelry (Jewelry) They can never make a fool of me (Fool of me) Water drippin' like a pool on me (Pool on me) Wait (Yeah, yeah) I call up Gwuapo, he bringing hoes to the mansion, we got 'em dancing (Said we got 'em dancing) K Balla gon' slide in the 550 And I'm probably gon' flex the McLaren (Skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] RJ, R8 Or he might go hop in the 550 If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me Only ten in the clip, this is not 50 Rus Balla chilled out But don't make that nigga come slide with me Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger He keep on throwing them shots with me