Intro - Rv

Must have forgot I’m a savage

I don’t cheff man once, I go over the top like a jacket

Bad B wanna come to the Niz, I’m tryna put a crop in her attic

What do you mean you won’t hold this dots?

Why’s this thot so dramatic

I whip coke in a Pyrex pot with the magic, chop it and bag it

Hit shots to the addicts, peng white girl like Roger the Rabbit

I lost count of the man that I’ve robbed for a package

But if I get a good price on the box then I’ll grab it

It was tuna and noodles in jail, now me and my girl just lobster and crab it

This ain’t pasta, G sales unlocked from a packet

Live corn for the opps, put two in the dots and slap it

Got it in my trench coat, not unexpected but I got all the gadgets

On my block I’m a boss, it’s not a shock like static

Cut from a different cloth, can’t feel the cuffs through my fabric

Couple man fell off, turned soft, couldn’t hack it

I can never see my friend in beef, and watch and not back it

If it weren’t for loss and expenses, could’ve sittin' on quarter of a M

I keep my ting for protection, attack’s the best form of defence

What do you know 'bout doing a booting one day, hitting the sauna the next?

Gunpowder’s a bitch, gotta make sure your pores are all cleansed

My girl was pregnant, tellin' me the baby’s kickin'

Them times there it was opp block settings, finding my latest victim

So much dirt on my rap sheet, dots takes up the space on my back seat

Still, I got my young boy begging me to take it with him

They ain’t got waps, don’t make me laugh like Dave Chappelle

Always keep smoke on me, RV ain’t taking L’s

I told mum I’ll never go back in, but 24/7 I’m packin'

Can’t get caught lackin', I’d rather go straight to jail

Think you can pull up on me and back your shank?

Don’t play yourself

Spin-spin ting holds six, you can get the whole thing, I ain’t savin' bells

I was sixteen in the 9, with sixteen in the 9

Ends ringing off from the shots, didn’t even hear when the cases fell

Got a brown ting that holds my wap and she looks like K. Michelle

She don’t mean nuttin' to me but she’s saved on my phone under 'baby girl'

I done earned me a space in hell but I still ask God for forgiveness

What do you know about running down opps like shitden I really need to work on

my fitness

All the opps I’ve chased, I’m tired, put in so much work I retired

Bro would’ve came if I asked but I went on my own, no help was required

They ain’t out here, they’re liars, my shank game like Michael Myers

Don’t wanna see me slap it in reverse, skid, skrr, burn out the tyres

Them man chat, I’m about actions, get that pack, break it to fractions

If you see me with gang in the picture, that’s drillers and trappers,

we don’t need captions

Verbal abuse ain’t apart of my life, I just get 'round there and try catch them

I was on the opp block lurking, my girl was at home getting contractions

If I never went to jail for puttin' in work, lord knows OFB would’ve gone clear

Came and the streets are cold so I copped some heat and I bought me a Moncler

Still get-got if you’re from there, push your wig back like LeBron’s hair

Went Enfield, had a shank on my waist, tryna get that three on the boss chair