Rasta

(RJ Banks on the beat, bitch uh yea) (Uh, yea GMG) Got four drops, dropped four opps You can walk in you don't need to knock Arm sleeve jhi got hella dots Rackz gon' slide with that green dot That drum on that stick gon' be big like a pot You can ask the lil bitch how I beat up the box Lv on my socks, elevating my thoughts Page going private these niggas be hot Opp bitch build him up, we gon' take him down With my ski mask on we don't make a sound We gon' put a opp in the lost and found, got my dreadlocks It's a rasta town, uh, uh bitch better step when you see me Moncler on my beanie, these niggas hate but they need me GMG sliding on G street Your bitch throat sore so she can't speak No whip I'ma take down a taxi My niggas be geekin' to hit got a drake in the back seat Niggas gon' instagram tip don't at me Said they got cousins I heard they was athletes We gon' really put 'em on a track meet We collecting money for that GMG, niggas snakin' so I keep my heat I took a L now I'm back on my feet And we fishin' for lows, google mapping they street Texting my bro, chillin' with O, she on my dick can't give fame to a hoe Me and big E leave a stain on a hoe Wait 'till the summer we trainin' to go I'm at door and you don't even know, sixteen serving my man at the store Big dreams I had to make this shit known, .556 going straight through your coat Blitz team all of my niggas on go Put 'em in pressure your nigga gon' fold E really servin' got pounds on the road Roxy, fent, molly, dope, say my name I hope you choke Stay with gang we more than bros, hoe Got four drops, dropped four opps You can walk in you don't need to knock Arm sleeve jhi got hella dots Rackz gon' slide with that green dot That drum on that stick gon' be big like a pot You can ask the lil bitch how I beat up the box Lv on my socks, elevating my thoughts Page going private these niggas be hot