Kount Valley - RB Freestyle III Lyrics

Part 3
RB shit nigga I got it on a chain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like I'm tryna shoot a nigga just for nun'
I'm tryna boom a nigga just for fun
Walk up, pop a nigga with the gun like
And we still make em run like
Huh, G got a stick and a laser
We gon' catch a Opp, I'm a blazer
We gon' put that lil nigga in placer
Bullets they cut like a razor
Chain ice, like a glacier
Punch on a nigga like Frazier
I'm in charge of this shit like the major
Yeah, KV that's right, Bloodhound Real Ryte
That G-Lock got a sight , been ballin' like Mike
Thick bitch, my type
Take a lil nigga life, up blick on sight
Them niggas know that it's me when I come down the street and I throw up RB
You get taxed for the verse I ain't rappin' for free
If I catch me a Opp he get rolled in a splee
When I spin through they side I'm gon' hang out the V
In the trap every week cuz the bros servin' keys
Know that bitch on my dick cuz I'm paid and I'm flee
And I smoke out the zip, bitch I'm smoking on P
Take a look in my cup bitch I'm sippin' on lean
When I geek off a perc niggas know i'ma tweak
I just f*ck on that bitch then I block and delete
You cant f*ck with my gang you ain't f*ckin' wit me
If that boy try to front he get put on a tee
And I meant what I said I ain't coppin' no pleas
Niggas talk to the feds but they still wanna beef
How the f*ck is you tough and you talk to police?
Yeah, swear that lil shit make no sense
Niggas play with my bro we gon' spin
Bitch I been on that block ever since
Play with this shit get you shot, any time it's a Opp get em popped
Really been buggin' alot
I still post by the store and I'm serving that rock
I'm always gon' be on hots
I can't leave out the crib if I don't got my glock
Gang in the spot, make it hot
Know these niggas rats yea they talk to the cops
Brodie still beatin' them pots
Shit got real, I don't talk to my pops
Bitch I'm boolin' just counting these knots
I Keep stacking them blues to the top
When you see me get lit I deserve it
Like bro tryna shoot a nigga with no purpose
King of my sound bitch I birthed it
I Swear these lil niggas really worthless
Young niggas really lurking, like they do a hit for a bag
If I pick up that phone then you gettin' tagged
Mods on the G this bitch don't got a flash
We get the drop do you bad, like you better keep you a gun
Bend through that street and we yellin' "don't run"
I get mad and I spin just for fun
You get shot, I ain't runnin' no ones
It's a beam on the Glock and that Drac' got a drum
Hollows go straight to your lungs
Catch them lil niggas and they done
Catch them lil niggas and they done
We tryna make a lil nigga run like hop out shoot a nigga just for fun nigga
Walk up, boom a nigga just for nun
Like, they see me and all them niggas run