Hot Raviolis

Lyrics

[Intro: Max B] I'm out here making moves, I get money I keep thousands on me, every day Every-time the camera come on me This is what ima' do this is the thousands of dollars ima' have on me And when y'all come back next time I'm about to trade that shit in and get- get the silver one with the silver sheets and all that with the big wheels Man I'm not playing with you niggas man I'm not getting no money I'm- I'm only doing shows for 2,000 hypothetically speaking Let's just say I'm doing shows for 2,000 do you know how many shows do you know how many shows I did already this month Don't give them a roundabout- [Verse] Dope cooked up like Sunday dinner Long as it's junkies, don't need no niggas Well known trickster, master remixer Slithery nigga, it's a reptile in me I feel way better when the boot in my system On a perc nodding off, I be scratching and itching Talking like a killer 'till I make him a victim Your mom picking suits while she kissing your picture Neph's problem, my problem, I'mma ride for a nigga Woke up early in the morning, think 'bout robbing a nigga I try not to, it's the slime in a nigga I done grew up 'round the grimiest niggas Crooked as fuck and I don't regret it If he got the work, I'm gon' finesse him First thing he front, he getting [?] Been double back in a week to stretch him You gotta make mistakes to learn a lesson You gotta be a wolf to know how to catch 'em Don't ease up on these niggas for a second I'm Real DrugRixh, they better respect it Still put sugar in my spaghetti Cook raviolis for 80 seconds Did home invasions for shoes and jeans I ain't want a game or a flatscreen I wake up out my sleep and scream I keep on having the same dream At the same time, it's like I never seen it PTSD fucking with me for no reason .556'll stop you breathing I'm DrugRixh, I don't need a pledge of allegiance How woukd you feel if your mom was grieving? You shouldn't have given them the chance to see you Think 'bout shit like that before you start speaking Put [?] on a nigga like Jack Reacher Slitherman only hang with creatures Hoes ain't loyal and niggas leeching This shit get ugly, you know how we get Up the stick and leave a bitch bleeding Treat the trap like the four seasons Gave auntie a dub and told her to clean it I move how I move for a reason Try to slide on me, it ain't gonna be easy Up that Glock and get to squeezing Leave a nigga body laying on the cement