Smokin Bodys - Rushhy Bandxz

Nigga, don’t get wacked 'cause you can’t get your nigga back, ha

(BricksOnDaBeat)

Ha, ha, ha, that lil fuck nigga in the sky, he died, tell that lil nigga bye

Ha, boy your lil ass gon' die

These niggas be faking, Lil Rushhy go ape shit

Pull up and we take shit, my niggas we gunning

223s in the vacant, y’all niggas be faking shit

My niggas we erasing shit, y’all niggas stop fronting

Big Tito I’m facing, my sauce y’all taking it

Y’all niggas not out here trapping getting no money

Lil Blackie he a bitch, calling out for his mommy

Hit her ass with that Tommy, wrap her ass up like a mommy

Y’all trapped out like Tito, but y’all ain’t serving no junkies

Bitch, I’m in the trap shit, Monday through Sunday

And I’m getting this money, lil nigga, I’m counting these hundreds

She said «where you at right now?», lil bitch I’m coming

Not fronting, I’m not no foreign, gay nigga

Go tell 'em dig that nigga up, so they gon' lay you with him

Niggas keep talking crazy, go let that K hit him

They say Rushhy a bitch, but them shooters stay with him

I ain’t gotta touch them, I just let my gang kill 'em

Don’t be surprized when you see three .30s at you

And don’t ask God for mercy when they put them holes in you

'Cause I know you a bitch, I can see the hoe in you

Why these niggas come for me?

You gon' catch some slugs, put you six feet

Pussy nigga don’t come for me, leave your ass sleep for free, ha

Crashing out on these lil dumb dummies

BricksOnDaBeat