Sam Dekker lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Talk crazy, get to droppin' shells like the gas station
Like it's first day of school, we out here bag chasin'
If we see the feds, f*ck around and get to drag racin'
Drumline, walkin' with a drum, that's my mag replacement

[Verse 2: RTB Capo]
Like the last day of school, n*gga, this my graduation
Get prescribed by the doctor, n*gga, I am not a patient
Them is not my opps, man, them n*ggas hatin'
Spent twenty on the Rollie, n*gga, no fakin'

[Verse 3: RTB MB]
No fakin', you gotta bust the strap if you up it
You listen to your mans, he broke, n*gga, you a puppet
f*ck a b*tch and leave her torn like LeToya Luckett
And I ain't miss up on that road, n*gga, I'm a buckеt

[Verse 4: RTB Capo]
Yeah, alright
Feel like Chris Rock, I'm actin' funny to my b*tches
Throw somе diamonds in the bezel of the Rollie, now it's glistenin'
I only spent five hundred on that b*tch, that ain't trickin'
I'll pay the whole tab to cut the line, what's the ticket?
RTB
[Verse 5: RTB MB]
Yeah, bustin' juggs up out the Cricket, what's the ticket?
She let me f*ck, she sucked and I ain't even lick it
Yeah, push a n*gga fro back, I'm 'bout to pick it
RTB, we takin' over sh*t, this just a snippet

[Verse 6: RTB Capo]
Got some head in the whip, the Scat' buzzin' got me out my mind
Been in Cali for two months in the hills, I done lost the time
I ain't never been a ho, n*gga, I'ma stay outside
Could make thirty in a week, n*gga, I am not gon' lie

[Verse 7: RTB MB]
Can't be f*ckin' with the opps, I would've lost my pride
Turned a Honda to a Lam', n*gga, pimp my ride
Me and Capo surrounded by the hoes, n*gga, this my guy
Say I got my chain snatched, n*gga, P's gon' fly

[Verse 8: RTB Capo]
Got two hoes in the crib, I don't got no wife
Your b*tch tried to talk to me, she said she like my watch
Roof open in the Cully, n*gga, it ain't got no top
Stabbin' in the Yams in the Lam', I told 'em catch up

[Verse 9: RTB MB]
We off that opp pack, we catch an opp, hit him from the neck up
Chopper spittin', he get to dancin', n*gga, this ain't Step Up
When I was young, b*tches didn't want me, I told 'em I was next up
Bro done put the switch up on his Glock, go pick your chest up
[Verse 10: RTB Capo]
How the f*ck these n*ggas rappin' for five years, sayin' they next up?
My n*gga neck could whip out fifty thousand, put that check up
Dro just hit the same store again, they can't check him
My white boy got a jumper, n*gga, Sam Dekker

[Outro: RTB Capo]
Yeah, n*gga, RTB