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rt3 jahem - rt3 (part 2) lyrics

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b+tch head huncho vert
n+gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
im tryna see sum f+ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f+ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh+t
ratchet sh+t
n+gga run up on me i’ll let you have it b+tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b+tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b+tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b+tch

[verse 1]
set my n+ggas on a mission
223’s up in tha whip we tryna catch a n+gga slippin
f+ck them edl n+ggas on my momma y’all ain’t crippin
n+gga dissing on tha gang then my n+ggas get to k!lling
my n+gga running from cops and no one tried to help him out
n+ggas posting “free monte” just so they can get some clout
i’m that n+gga that’s gon f+ck yo baby momma on yo couch
disrespectful in this b+tch so what the f+ck you talking bout
speaking down up on my name then this choppa get to sparking
my n+ggas dogs that can’t be tame so you know they always barking
acting just like f+ckin b+tches boy y’all n+ggas always talking
draco paralyzed that n+gga so you he never f+ckin walking

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b+tch head huncho vert
n+gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
i’m tryna see sum f+ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f+ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh+t
ratchet sh+t
n+gga run up i’m might let you have it b+tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b+tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b+tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b+tch

[verse 2]
i don’t really give a f+ck
next n+gga play wit us then this drake gon leave him stuck
my n+ggas worried bout tha racks don’t give a f+ck about a buck
bullets coming for yo ass so you betta f+cking duck
n+ggas cryin bout a hoe, on my momma he a simp
wondering where that b+tch done go, on my momma she wit pimp
40 tucked up by my waist so i’m walking wit a limp
n+gga talking out his mouth so we gon put him on a blimp

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b+tch head huncho vert
n+gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
i’m tryna see sum f+ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f+ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh+t
ratchet sh+t
n+gga run up on i’m might let you have it b+tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b+tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b+tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b+tch

- rt3 jahem lyrics

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