STRONG

[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]

***** you left me with a broken heart

I was breakin' down bad on my birthday

I done seen all the fake in the worst way

And my brother cross me in the worst way

And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along

How the **** you gon' break? A lil' nigga I had to be strong

Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas

Them niggas don't hang with real killers

And you know that I'm unforgiving

And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah

Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri]

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody

I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'

Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]

Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP

They gon' have to get go some new white tees

And shit feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me

I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)

I'ma let you know, you dying with me

Because, ***** I be that baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

***** we shootin' ain't no problem

Bro want that, he know I got him

Thirty deep up, in your place

Fifty deep, if you want rake

Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

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I'ma **** on your treesh and then count on my cake

Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane

When they talking that shit, all up down on your name

What the **** you wan' know me? You just know my name

I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink

What the **** they be talking? They cappin' it

Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it

All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em

[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]

I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it

All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it

And none of these Glocks average

Put faith to my brother, he blasting it

I done made it out, on some rapping shit

Still in the hood, on some savage shit

My new ***** only eat salad

She somewhere watchin' her calories

Probably somewhere ****in' in Cali

I used to post up in the alley

I ain't do all the talkin', don't @ me

I pull up if you send me a addy

When I hit it, she call me daddy

Big dawg, don't do no braggin'

All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion

Hard work let's talk 'bout passion

Tote this heat like a dragon

Plenty hoes, like a pagent

This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it

Let's skrt, put her on a perc

I heard her say she hurts

Now that should work, you don't need a nurse

Call me if it get worse

Her ***** wet, I'm finna surf

***** I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk

Signed to the streets like I'm Durk

Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse

All this snitchin' probably get you hurt

All the dissin' probably get you a shirt

And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words

I'm probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin' up birds

Like **** the world, **** my old girl and ***** **** what you heard

And come around with the rider now you just might get served

Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri]

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody

I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'

Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]

Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP

They gon' have to go some new white tees

And she feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me

I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)

I'ma let you know, you dying with me

Because, ***** I be that baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

***** we shootin' ain't no problem

Bro want that, he know I got him

Thirty deep up, in your place

Fifty deep, if you want rake

Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase