RWT lyrics

[Intro]

Yup, yup

I look up

Cause I can't look down on you bitch niggas no mo, man

If that casket ain't 24 karat gold when I die

Then I ain't made enough fucking money man and that's real talk

God

[Verse 1]

This my roll weed time

Don't turn it into dead in the street time

Her legs do the peace sign

Know the hood so well don't need street signs

Young rich and iconic

Big titties I'm signin'

Burnin' benjies and chronic

Big white smoke clouds every time I talk, does it look like I'm in a comic?

Everything I rock I designed it, realer nigga, won't find it

Okay, I be stackin' that cheddar, bet that shit won't expire

Got me ballin' so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire

I made a mil before twenty-five, man and I ain't even no lie

Bitch I ain't sayin' that shit to brag neither, I'm sayin' that to inspire

I'm like, damn boy, fuck you sayin' boy?

Hatin' on me, knowin' that you is a fan boy

When I'm around you call me Cuz like we fam boy?

Rappin' like me let's me know that I'm the man boy

Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entree

I gave her my grande, my food is picante

My girls is Beyonce, your boyfriend beyond gay

I seen him hang with Deandre and they was lookin' like prom dates

One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground

I'm throwin' it up cause they holdin' me down

I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house

Got your girl and your girl and they hoein' it out

But you standin' outside cause no hoes is allowed

If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel

Once you get in this life, man, there's no comin' out

And haters look at me like snow in the south

Surprise nigga

Man fuck it, I'm on, you off and I hope you die nigga

Why you alive nigga?

I'm stackin' dough cause my momma addicted to spas

Yeah I'm the one that these hatin' niggas despise

You better take off your fuckin' disguise, nigga

Bitch-made is in your eyes nigga

Lies nigga

Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine

Cause this my roll weed time