Rice

(album: After The Storm - 2021)

Just play this shit at night
You thinking about a bitch, just play this shit at night
You thinking about a lick, man just play this shit at night
I'm tryna' get these racks man, and I ain't tryna' fight
Play this shit at night
You thinking about some shit, man just play this shit at night
Shawty don't wanna' link with me, I told her I don't bite
Rest in peace to Debo, I'll still take a nigga bike
I like drinking Quagen, I'm like baby what you like?
I got Tris, I got Wock, I got all type's of pints
Why the fuck would I even trust you with my life?
Can't even trust you around my pints
And my cup is full of ice

Water on my neck, so I think it need rice
Speaking real shit into the mic
I'm barely living my life
Yeah, I don't really gotta' tote no pipes
Shooter on my right, yeah
But I ain't even end up [?]
Angels watching, protecting by them

I been through a lot of things
[?] whatever made me change
In them foreigns I be switching lanes
I be speaking, I think about a lot of things
This jail time the new way of getting hanged
Yeah, was at the trap, niggas getting detained
Yeah, police can't get in my lane
I left my [?] how it was, left it plain jane
My Off-White hat got lean stains
Fuck the dry cleaners, I'ma just leave it mane
Keep clean like dry cleaners, I'm a businessman
I seen Lebron in the trap, he got his pockets ran
How you get your Glock took?
Like Gucci Mane I'm finna' write a book
Smoking on dope and you know that I'm cooked
She sucked me up [?] I shook
Boy you a fan, I don't want your outlook
Sipping on lean, I'm sipping on goop
I've been cooling, let my flow get took
I don't care how much you got for a hook
In L.A. where the fuck is Hook?
She fuck with me and the bitch got hooked
Glock with me, nigga better not look
Cause' if I bust nigga I'll be dead wrong
Stop [?] niggas ain't perfect
Bad ass bitch and she Turkish
It's okay if you're hurting

Water on my neck, so I think it need rice
Speaking real shit into the mic
I'm barely living my life
Yeah, I don't really gotta' tote no pipes
Shooter on my right, yeah
But I ain't even end up [?]
Angels watching, protecting by them