rtb mb - dx lyrics
dx lyrics
[intro: sterl gotti]
(enrgy made this one)
throw a n+gga off the glass for real, n+gga
a n+gga off the glass for real, ho
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no hoopin’, n+gga, alright
[verse 1: sterl gotti]
baby, i’m exclusive
throw a n+gga off the glass and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no hoopin’
n+gga run his mouth, we on they ass
i got an opp in my ‘wood, leave him in the past
they ain’t steppin’ on they block, i got a ruger in my bag
blow him like some hookah
five, seven shots out that fn make a n+gga cool it, but get a n+gga movin’
i ain’t givin’ out no pass
catch a n+gga slippin’, better do him bad
i’ll pull up to the hood trippin’, stick ain’t in the stash on ’em
miles couldn’t even hit the n+gga up, we put some cash on him
young dog think he tough with that strap on him
shout out dugg, i’ll take the strap off and put it back on him
shout out dugg
pull up and scratch off, got my stick in the scat’ with me
they ain’t talkin’ cheese, how they wanna chat with me?
xd on my dog, i ain’t finna scr+p with him
[verse 2: rtb mb]
xd on my dog, i’m dx with the hoes
yeah, b+tch, i’m playin’ games, i’m like ds with the hoes
i just bought two twin glocks, leave two opps on the floor
girl, if you ain’t givin’ neck, then you probably gotta go
they can’t f+ck with the gang, that’s one thing they gotta know
i just pulled up on sterl, he took your girl, she a hottie
it’s a young n+gga world, i’m with sterl, talkin’ gotti
i just hit this b+tch, kicked her out, yeah, she a thottie
i ain’t talkin’ asthma when i put the pump to his body
know i always gotta keep my gun tucked, this a tommy
call the chopper skub, catch an opp and make him dance
i ain’t in the mood, spent two racks up on my pants
girly tryna choose, b+tch, don’t treat me like your mans
i’ma get the tool, i ain’t tryna use my hands
rtb the gang, only n+ggas that i box with
try my n+gga kells, we gon’ put him a box quick
bad b+tch can’t get— yeah
bad b+tch can’t enough, she in love ’cause i’m toxic
treat the drac’ like my dunks, on an opp, i’ma c+ck it
you ain’t got no real cheese, you can put it in your pocket
caught him in the backfield, he ain’t know his play options
buy a rollie for a time, lil’ baby stay watchin’
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