RIP Aretha lyrics

[Intro]
Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Big Dreez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, in y'all wallet like Lemony Snicket
I don't f*ck with cuz but the work was a ticket
Popped off the tag and I can't even fit it
I'm smoking on loud so I probably don't hear you (Shhh)
Make a n*gga say my name when he in it
I married his will but I'm not Jada Pinkett
I'm counting up, counting up, it's finger lickin'
You know I'ma eat, I don't need no utensils (Eat it up)
I get attention, he need Ritalin
Rollie my wrist, I can't f*ck with no minute man
OG diet, body looking like cinnamon
I'm the n*gga and these n*ggas be feminine
I'm smoking on G in a Tesla (Yes)
Treat the world like it's my b*tch, better not touch her
Pretty little b*tch, I might f*ck round and bust ya
n*ggas know I get my coin like an usher
Tweak with the gang, you ain't big enough
Won't give a f*ck if a b*tch ain't feeling us (Won't give a f*ck, b*tch)
Kicking that hoe out my section
Ain't throwing no bread if them strippers ain't thick enough
Can't let 'em pipe, had to tell 'em just give it up
n*gga stay he still wanna lick it up
I don't care if I'm that Benz truck
I'm still hit my plug like, "n*gga, come fill it up" (Gas)
[Chorus]
Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)
Two seat, at least (Gone)
Ice on anemic (Froze)
You ain't eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain't got no time for a b*tch (Who?)
Gotta remind me a b*tch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this sh*t
If I want it, he gon' buy me this sh*t (Spin this sh*t)
Franklins, Aretha (That rat)
Two seat, at least (Skrrt)
Ice on anemic
You ain't eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain't got no time for a b*tch (What?)
Gotta remind me a b*tch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this sh*t
If I want it, he gon' buy me this sh*t (Spin this sh*t)

[Verse 2]
Checked your resume and you ain't official
A knock-off hoe substituting the teacher (Who the f*ck is that b*tch?)
Heard you sent for me but ain't want a mission
Put paper on you, b*tch, you don't want a extra
b*tch, you just running in circles (Silly ass)
Y'all should come up when I search you (Who is this?)
I'm on your screen, no commercial (I'm live)
He kissing me, say I'm a Hershey
We fully loaded (Skrrt), body built like Coca-Cola
I'm repping the game, no controller
Can't put my line in your Motorola
I got some lil titties, don't need a bra
No b*tch, I don't give a f*ck 'bout the blogs
Ooh yeah, bluffed as f*ck
Faded up, look like I'm smoking a log (Smoking, yeah)
Choking in front
I walk in the venue and I'm throwing up money (Yeah)
Done with y'all hoes
I'm duffing 'em off like I'm flicking a blunt (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Stone hard, Knievel (Flex it)
Rat hoes, policing (Flex)
On fire, a phoenix (Yeah yeah yeah)
True sh*t, bulimic (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)
Two seat, at least (Gone)
Ice on anemic (Froze)
You ain't eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain't got no time for a b*tch (Who?)
Gotta remind me a b*tch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this sh*t
If I want it, he gon' buy me this sh*t (Spin this sh*t)
Franklins, Aretha
Two seat, at least (Skrrt)
Ice on anemic
You ain't eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain't got no time for a b*tch (What?)
Gotta remind me a b*tch (Big Dreez)
Tripping on fan in this sh*t
If I want it, he gon' buy me this sh*t (Spin this sh*t)