50 Boyz

Lyrics

[Intro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) [Verse 1: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill] Fiends on the block doin'— out some Reynolds Wrap We with all the fuckery, we hop out tryna temple tap How you keep gettin' robbed? Go and get a strap Niggas told me I was fallin' off, man, I needed that Really up, hope you know that I don't need to rap If you talkin' money, bitch, I'm everywhere you see it at Code talkin' with my plug, shit, he say he need a month Oh, okay, four weeks or twenty-eight, you keepin' up? I be really gettin' money, you think that I give a fuck? Tryna get your bag right, you gotta put your feelings up Rockin' Christian, bitch, I'm everything but holy, though Say they wanna see me score, but actin' like the goalie, though On Rodeo in somе red bottoms, they on rodeo No motion, that's disgusting, I'd rathеr slowly grow Jeans say "from Tokyo," I'm lookin' Japanese off 'za Frames tinted up, they don't even know I'm in here high Most wanted, ridin' with the baddest bitch I be fresh as hell and then forget to take a pic Steppin' out the crib, can't forget to take the blick Lil' brodie like a gymnast, all he know is make a flip It's the O, I take a sip, huh, boy, this cup too dirty (Time traveling, caught him at three, but we bust two 30s) Whole gang blowin' money fast like the 50 Boyz This ain't alcohol, sippin' drank, we the tipsy boys See 12, NFL Combine, get shifty, boy Pullin' up like Melo at the Garden, droppin' sixty, boy Record her, feel like a director, call me Spike Dee I'm gettin' to it, I don't care 'bout who don't like me Tryna fight me, be done blew the fingers off his fist Jugg phone slappin', be done turned the ringer off this bitch Unky, he addicted, sippin' by the liter out this bitch [Verse 2: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill] Bitch, I'm number one, Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen Here my granny goin' lecturin', hate a damn lesson I knew he wouldn't even shoot it, seen his hand sweatin' If he ain't get shot, we beat him with a jammed weapon I hate a broke bitch, they make me itch, stay away Stackin' up, I'm always ready for a rainy day A nigga play with one of mines, he gon' die today Always speakin' on some other niggas, niggas really gay Sent him to the light 'cause my Glock got the flash on it Hundred shots, think the bartender left my tab open Feel like Forrest, I'ma run it up until my calves swollen Keep a hitstick, he in that field, but ain't no pads on him [Outro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)