##RR Anthem lyrics

by

Summrs


[Intro: Kankan]
Hold on, n*gga, yeah, I'm one of them, yeah
n*gga, I'm hot as f*ck right now, yeah
I'm too, huh, I'm too, huh, uh

[Verse 1: Kankan]
n*gga, like, hold on, n*gga know we got Drac's inside this b*tch (Inside this b*tch)
So don't move wrong, you could lose your life inside this b*tch (Inside this b*tch)
Yeah, I got two phones, 'cause these hoes be on my di*k
Walked in with two poles, even though these n*ggas, they ain't on sh*t
We like the group home, hold on, two-tone
Ayy, Freebandz sh*t, b*tch, I feel like Pluto (Feel like Pluto)
Hold on, double R, uh, n*gga, Taliban (Taliban)
Drac' came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
Hold on, twin say, "That sh*t fye as f*ck, copped that new Drac'"
Hold on, twin say, "When you blow that b*tch, make sure you hit his face"
Hold on, twin say, I had to go and throw that b*tch away
Ridin' broad day, ain't no witness so it ain't no case, n*gga
Hold on, twin say, caught a PJ, yeah, we out the state
I'm like, "Damn, how the f*ck I catch a case right out of state?" (Right out of state, damn)
And I caught that b*tch soon as I left LA (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't have no bond, was out the second day (Ha, yeah)
Ayy, and f*ck the rap sh*t, all these n*ggas gay (Yeah)
Ayy, big before the rap, yeah, I been paid (Ha, paid)
b*tch, yeah, most of my n*ggas don't rap, they still made a way (Still made a way)
Me and Abby been locked in since the eighth grade (The eighth grade)
I say, "Free lil' Will, he locked up in that cage" (Free lil' Will)
Off this rap sh*t, my mama bills, they paid
Damani scored some drank, so we finna pour it up
And my fans say they prayin' for me but I don't even give a f*ck
And, n*gga, f*ck this money, n*gga, throw that sh*t up (sh*t up)
n*gga, what you saved up, yeah, I put in my cup (In my cup)
These hoes can't get saved, n*gga, they just out of luck (Out of luck)
They say, "Kan, you sound the same," I had to change it up (Ha, change it up)
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Told Kan, "Put the gloves on, n*gga, we goin' in, don't drop that rod" (Yeah)
My n*gga Dood tweaked out on X pills 'cause he might have to send that boy (Bah)
And don't you send them lil' flunked out n*ggas our way 'less you want his ass go meet God (Yeah)
We in that fast b*tch, in the fast lane (Uh), that b*tch knew it was us soon as she saw it (Ha)
My n*gga sendin' that drank through the eScript, knowin' that b*tch gon' land tomorrow (Blah)
My n*ggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin' out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that b*tch tryna crawl a f*ckin' wall (Skrrt, woah, what?)
Ain't none of my n*ggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (Yeah)
She tryna kick sh*t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (Yeah)
n*gga seen his b*tch likin' my pics on IG, askin' if I hit, I'm like, "Nah" (Nah)
Just linked wit' my n*gga Damani, he showed me a hundred, told him, "b*tch, we ball" (Ball)
All my ex b*tch tell me I'm goin' Hollywood 'cause I be fowarding all my calls (Yeah)
I'm sippin' Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutchin' that Drac', gon' knock yo' ass off (Gltt)
My n*gga Wick clutch sticks like it's Taliban, just walked in wit' a whole sawed-off (Uh-huh)
b*tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil' b*tch, you stupid, just take yo' clothes off (Woah)
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