Strange Things

Lyrics
[Intro] Yuh Color Plus [Verse] Real Drugrixh, what you thought? Glick to his head, show me the vault They hatin' on me, that ain't my fault Grr, knock his head off You not a plug, then you not no boss Yoom, got a lick, swerve off Boom, dreads everywhere Pull up on me? A nigga wouldn't dare Bitch, I am not changin' Nigga said he wanted smoke, we can make arrangements Thirty clip sound like Barry White when it's singin' I look like Slick Rick with four gold rings I look like Mad Max with them dirty things I put that beam on it, she a purty thing All that damn sneak dissin', I ain't seen a thing Fa-fa-fa, fi-fi-boom, drac' beat his brain I walk off in that bitch, yeah, I'm fresh as fuck, yeah I see a opp in here, we gon' shoot it up, yeah All that goddamn yappin', they ain't did nothin' yet Nephew got grams on you? Hell yeah Nephew got that thirty on you? Hell yeah Grr-grr-grr-grr-grr, make a opp disappear Frames on my face, I can see the haters clear Dropped my price down, now the jays everywhere I'm Slimesito with the dirty Moncler Do a drive by shooting out a dirty Moncler Don't comparin' me to him, my mind was not there When I landed in LA, they thought Pac was there Nephew got drugs on you? Hell yeah Nephew think they cloned Kodak Black? Hell yeah Do Blake Money smoke K2? Hell yeah I got a lick, I gotta go, hell yeah [Outro] Yuh, yuh, yuh Hell yeah Got the drac'? Hell yeah Nephew got the scale with you? Hell yeah Nephew got that thirty with you? Hell yeah Yuh, hell yeah RXK Yuh, yuh, hell yeah
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- RXKNephew