Rae Sremmurd by AugustFame Lyrics
[Verse 1}
N**** is salty why would I lie
I'm feeling like Lowry feel like Khawi
Bitch ima "goat" and they realize it
Couldn’t see me at my lowest why you think I’m getting high?
How you think I’m getting by?
Hard body foamposites
Case a n**** outta pocket
Strips on me foot locker
Cooking like I’m Betty Crocker
Turn a shirt into a target
Stuff a body in a coffin
Reverend go and do the honors
Nightmares of the bottom
I’m just trynna make a profit
Probably turn into a-
Shooting stars like comet
Oh you funny guy guess what I shoot comics
Pop up a hundred times
I ain’t ever really did to much talking
My bitch is energized
Riding on the dick like it’s a Honda
They out here telling lies
I ain’t fuck bitch keep it a hundred
Yeah dumb bitch I need a condom
When I’m done, shit, I never call them
My ex bitch I double cross them
I shoot shit like I’m McCollum
I don’t play shit, not with the drama
Side kick gon come with a drummer
New pistol scratch off the numbers
My bitch gon come with a come up
[Chorus]
Ice run in my arms
Fingers itching my palms ache
I ain’t had no prom date
But your girlfriend on tape
I done had a lot of fake friends
Now I got a lot of patience
No time spent wasted
Ears drumming like Rae Srem (yeah)
[Verse2]
Aye
From the top to the basement
This bitch high maintenance
God damn don’t make sense
Got fam don’t relate with
Built up frustration
Now this bitch trynna break bread
Better luck trynna break in
Aye
Fucking with me
Then you 'bout to need a moment of silence
She get deleted trynna get even I wouldn’t doubt it
My n**** get to the cheese and cut it in pieces we gon divide it
I know these n**** is sleep I come with the heat then level the climate
I think you know what the time is
Hush mode n**** quiet
Big dog bitch I’m a giant
Run up n**** try it
Breaking bones yeah I'm wildin'
Bring it home n**** riding
Getting better by the time
Guy Fieri with the fire
On my mom I wouldn’t lie
All you hoes out of line
Why you asking bout my sign
Tryna get a piece of mind
I'm just trynna get the cake
Pouring up another pint
Rolling up another blunt
Smoking that big strong like Goliath
[Chorus]
Ice run in my arms
Fingers itching my palms ache
I ain’t had no prom date
But your girlfriend on tape
I done had a lot of fake friends
Now I got a lot of patience
No time spent wasted
Ears drumming like Rae Srem
Aye
From the top to the basement
This bitch high maintenance
God damn don’t make sense
Got fam don’t relate with
Built up frustration
This bitch trynna break bread
Better luck trynna break-
In
N**** is salty why would I lie
I'm feeling like Lowry feel like Khawi
Bitch ima "goat" and they realize it
Couldn’t see me at my lowest why you think I’m getting high?
How you think I’m getting by?
Hard body foamposites
Case a n**** outta pocket
Strips on me foot locker
Cooking like I’m Betty Crocker
Turn a shirt into a target
Stuff a body in a coffin
Reverend go and do the honors
Nightmares of the bottom
I’m just trynna make a profit
Probably turn into a-
Shooting stars like comet
Oh you funny guy guess what I shoot comics
Pop up a hundred times
I ain’t ever really did to much talking
My bitch is energized
Riding on the dick like it’s a Honda
They out here telling lies
I ain’t fuck bitch keep it a hundred
Yeah dumb bitch I need a condom
When I’m done, shit, I never call them
My ex bitch I double cross them
I shoot shit like I’m McCollum
I don’t play shit, not with the drama
Side kick gon come with a drummer
New pistol scratch off the numbers
My bitch gon come with a come up
[Chorus]
Ice run in my arms
Fingers itching my palms ache
I ain’t had no prom date
But your girlfriend on tape
I done had a lot of fake friends
Now I got a lot of patience
No time spent wasted
Ears drumming like Rae Srem (yeah)
[Verse2]
Aye
From the top to the basement
This bitch high maintenance
God damn don’t make sense
Got fam don’t relate with
Built up frustration
Now this bitch trynna break bread
Better luck trynna break in
Aye
Fucking with me
Then you 'bout to need a moment of silence
She get deleted trynna get even I wouldn’t doubt it
My n**** get to the cheese and cut it in pieces we gon divide it
I know these n**** is sleep I come with the heat then level the climate
I think you know what the time is
Hush mode n**** quiet
Big dog bitch I’m a giant
Run up n**** try it
Breaking bones yeah I'm wildin'
Bring it home n**** riding
Getting better by the time
Guy Fieri with the fire
On my mom I wouldn’t lie
All you hoes out of line
Why you asking bout my sign
Tryna get a piece of mind
I'm just trynna get the cake
Pouring up another pint
Rolling up another blunt
Smoking that big strong like Goliath
[Chorus]
Ice run in my arms
Fingers itching my palms ache
I ain’t had no prom date
But your girlfriend on tape
I done had a lot of fake friends
Now I got a lot of patience
No time spent wasted
Ears drumming like Rae Srem
Aye
From the top to the basement
This bitch high maintenance
God damn don’t make sense
Got fam don’t relate with
Built up frustration
This bitch trynna break bread
Better luck trynna break-
In