Jason Williams by RTB MB Lyrics
[Intro: RTB MB]
Yeah
RTB shit
(J, this shit too crazy)
Too crazy
[Chorus: RTB MB]
Grab some water guns, bitches runnin' out the crib (Yeah)
It's Sunday in the Yams, bitch, you know we up at LIV (Yeah)
Gotta have that fire on me, know I got the kids (Got to)
Pass it to the gang, CP3 with the assist (With the, yeah)
Call Rell Stojaković, you know he can't miss (Can't miss)
Thirty on the Rollie, so you I came wrist (Came wrist)
I just up racks and I never change shit (Yeah)
1:30 in the morning, at the stu' makin' hits (Makin' hits, nigga, on God)
[Verse 1: RTB MB]
What y'all niggas on?
How he pop your mans, now y'all dumb ass get along? (What?)
I just hit her phone
Hit your bitch, then I send her home (Huh?)
Top me in the whip, this bitch a trip, I'm gettin' Sprinter dome (Okay)
Yeah, I ain't new to this
She screenshot the DM, I think I'm finna sue this bitch (For real)
Fuck them letters, N, B, and the A, they call me Ludacris (Call me, yeah)
I ain't have my lil' nigga on no stupid shit (At all)
Huh, fuck I look like?
I can't even be around a bitch if she can't cook right (She can't, yeah)
Wake up, hit her from the side if she look nice (Huh?)
Beat his ass for parking in my spot, they call me Suge Knight (On some real shit)
Told him grab the Uzi, it's a doozy, you get no kite (Huh?)
Crack open a seal and throw it out 'cause it don't look right (Real)
Yeah, Flint nigga chasin' millions (Okay)
My nigga throw a fifty-five, call him Jason Williams (Hey)
[Verse 2: Nuk]
Told bro I'm cool on these niggas, let unky smoke his 'Ports
I was probably school for you when you jumped off the porch
Walkin' in with all these paid lawyers, we ain't missin' court
Hell yeah, I'll throw him fifty-five, but I ain't E'Twaun Moore
Told bro it's a couple miles, but it's an easy state
Hell yeah, I'm jumpin' on that bridge, because it's easy pape'
Bitch, I really ball, I might try out for the league today
Told Miles like, "Boy, we really stars, so we don't need the Wraith"
I'm a dog, bitch, don't try to take me to your daddy home
I'm just tryna see that super-soaker in your pantyhose
Little boy, don't tell me when it's green, 'cause we already on
Can put you on, but you ain't sellin' this
I can have it cooked in twenty minutes, call that Reddi-Wip
My lil' bitch don't like it when I'm high like, "Why you sippin' this?"
I gave up ball just to sell a ball, guess I'm a hypocrite
It's like I was a NASCAR driver, 'cause I ain't miss the pit
[Chorus: RTB MB]
Grab some water guns, bitches runnin' out the crib (Yeah)
It's Sunday in the Yams, bitch, you know we up at LIV (Yeah)
Gotta have that fire on me, know I got the kids (Got to)
Pass it to the gang, CP3 with the assist (With the, yeah)
Call Rell Stojaković, you know he can't miss (Can't miss)
Thirty on the Rollie, so you I came wrist (Came wrist)
I just up racks and I never change shit (Yeah)
1:30 in the morning, at the stu' makin' hits (Makin' hits, nigga)
[Verse 3: Lil Mello]
I told Stain we outside (Huh?), we fucked up thirty durin' this quarantine (Bands)
When your brother died, y'all hit the morgue, I was pourin' lean (Sippin' drank)
Daddy was a killer and a hustler, it run in my genes (I'm my daddy's son)
On my mama, I was eight years old seein' blazin' fiends (On my mama, nigga)
Bitch, they know 700 cutthroat (700)
I get you boxed in, like Corbin Bleu, you need your jumprope (Bitch)
We keep killin' all they mans, I know them bitches ain't got no hope (They ain't slick)
I go up top and do the murder dance, they hate it when I showboat (Damn)
Talkin' about plugs, we got racks for that, nigga, check the stats for that
You talkin' bodies, I can show you somethin', we got hacks for that (Boy)
I put you on the ropes, then flip your body like an acrobat
Hit Arizona for that, shot back to the D and brought a diamond back (Damn)
I'm a dog out the cage, they want me back, can't send me to the kennel (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' boy, that ain't your bag, that's the plugs, you Malcolm in the Middle (Lil' boy)
Heavy pressin' with the X, we tryna send a monkey to the 'spital (To the 'spital)
That Drac' got some kick, but I love it when I hear it riddle (Brrt, bah, bah)
[Outro: Lil Mello]
That Drac' got some kick, but I love it when I hear it riddle
Bitch, yeah, dumb-ass nigga
What up, Miles? We on that (Trust me)
Yeah
RTB shit
(J, this shit too crazy)
Too crazy
[Chorus: RTB MB]
Grab some water guns, bitches runnin' out the crib (Yeah)
It's Sunday in the Yams, bitch, you know we up at LIV (Yeah)
Gotta have that fire on me, know I got the kids (Got to)
Pass it to the gang, CP3 with the assist (With the, yeah)
Call Rell Stojaković, you know he can't miss (Can't miss)
Thirty on the Rollie, so you I came wrist (Came wrist)
I just up racks and I never change shit (Yeah)
1:30 in the morning, at the stu' makin' hits (Makin' hits, nigga, on God)
[Verse 1: RTB MB]
What y'all niggas on?
How he pop your mans, now y'all dumb ass get along? (What?)
I just hit her phone
Hit your bitch, then I send her home (Huh?)
Top me in the whip, this bitch a trip, I'm gettin' Sprinter dome (Okay)
Yeah, I ain't new to this
She screenshot the DM, I think I'm finna sue this bitch (For real)
Fuck them letters, N, B, and the A, they call me Ludacris (Call me, yeah)
I ain't have my lil' nigga on no stupid shit (At all)
Huh, fuck I look like?
I can't even be around a bitch if she can't cook right (She can't, yeah)
Wake up, hit her from the side if she look nice (Huh?)
Beat his ass for parking in my spot, they call me Suge Knight (On some real shit)
Told him grab the Uzi, it's a doozy, you get no kite (Huh?)
Crack open a seal and throw it out 'cause it don't look right (Real)
Yeah, Flint nigga chasin' millions (Okay)
My nigga throw a fifty-five, call him Jason Williams (Hey)
[Verse 2: Nuk]
Told bro I'm cool on these niggas, let unky smoke his 'Ports
I was probably school for you when you jumped off the porch
Walkin' in with all these paid lawyers, we ain't missin' court
Hell yeah, I'll throw him fifty-five, but I ain't E'Twaun Moore
Told bro it's a couple miles, but it's an easy state
Hell yeah, I'm jumpin' on that bridge, because it's easy pape'
Bitch, I really ball, I might try out for the league today
Told Miles like, "Boy, we really stars, so we don't need the Wraith"
I'm a dog, bitch, don't try to take me to your daddy home
I'm just tryna see that super-soaker in your pantyhose
Little boy, don't tell me when it's green, 'cause we already on
Can put you on, but you ain't sellin' this
I can have it cooked in twenty minutes, call that Reddi-Wip
My lil' bitch don't like it when I'm high like, "Why you sippin' this?"
I gave up ball just to sell a ball, guess I'm a hypocrite
It's like I was a NASCAR driver, 'cause I ain't miss the pit
[Chorus: RTB MB]
Grab some water guns, bitches runnin' out the crib (Yeah)
It's Sunday in the Yams, bitch, you know we up at LIV (Yeah)
Gotta have that fire on me, know I got the kids (Got to)
Pass it to the gang, CP3 with the assist (With the, yeah)
Call Rell Stojaković, you know he can't miss (Can't miss)
Thirty on the Rollie, so you I came wrist (Came wrist)
I just up racks and I never change shit (Yeah)
1:30 in the morning, at the stu' makin' hits (Makin' hits, nigga)
[Verse 3: Lil Mello]
I told Stain we outside (Huh?), we fucked up thirty durin' this quarantine (Bands)
When your brother died, y'all hit the morgue, I was pourin' lean (Sippin' drank)
Daddy was a killer and a hustler, it run in my genes (I'm my daddy's son)
On my mama, I was eight years old seein' blazin' fiends (On my mama, nigga)
Bitch, they know 700 cutthroat (700)
I get you boxed in, like Corbin Bleu, you need your jumprope (Bitch)
We keep killin' all they mans, I know them bitches ain't got no hope (They ain't slick)
I go up top and do the murder dance, they hate it when I showboat (Damn)
Talkin' about plugs, we got racks for that, nigga, check the stats for that
You talkin' bodies, I can show you somethin', we got hacks for that (Boy)
I put you on the ropes, then flip your body like an acrobat
Hit Arizona for that, shot back to the D and brought a diamond back (Damn)
I'm a dog out the cage, they want me back, can't send me to the kennel (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' boy, that ain't your bag, that's the plugs, you Malcolm in the Middle (Lil' boy)
Heavy pressin' with the X, we tryna send a monkey to the 'spital (To the 'spital)
That Drac' got some kick, but I love it when I hear it riddle (Brrt, bah, bah)
[Outro: Lil Mello]
That Drac' got some kick, but I love it when I hear it riddle
Bitch, yeah, dumb-ass nigga
What up, Miles? We on that (Trust me)