Blew the Funds versuri

Blew the Funds lyrics by Raq Baby

Chrous
We gettin to grown for this bitch get off the phone with all that naggin
Who the fuck said I don’t get active?, I’m the one who make it happen
Talkin that shit on live, switch got his ass, left a nigga gasping
Me and the bro didn’t play in school we’ll walk in these niggas classes
They like „Tell Lil Raq calm down, that young nigga be trippin’ when he spazin”
Bro got big then I got the box, let see who switch the fastest
In the AirBnB with freak hoes they’ll know none but shake they asses
But I had seen yo bitch in the BnB to I don’t know why the fuck you laughin
I don’t know why these niggas be killing bout hoes, everybody smackin
Better put on a Jimmy when you fuck this hoe, cause everybody trappin
Went In the car, caught for some bowls now everybody trappin
Nigga fuck yo momma we’ll run in yo house while everybody nappin
Blew tips through his window spilled his ketchup need a napkin
Opps wannabe where I’m at so bad, can’t catch up cause I passed them
That’s lil bro Lil sista but the bitch kept play around, so I smashed her
This shit like a game of tag, I seen em in traffic, and i clapped him

Interlude
Let this beat ride
Want this switch or this Uzi?, I can’t decide
Niggas know I been totin them glizzys since I was knee high
My pockets fat as hell bit’ Marconi cheese now

Verse
Member we shot Henn Dog when we had them blicks all in marnice spot
Keep cappin to these hoes like he a stepper we all know hes not
That bitch you got is a maggot, she move the fastest shes a Skeezha
I bet we won’t pay for shit I’ll have lil bro nem swipe yo Visa
Sent that hot shit on his ass having runnin fast just like a cheetah
Said „Raq baby I love you with everything in me” I don’t believe her
Can’t put my trust in this bitches, I swear to God all these bitches be lying
Don’t come out the house lackin they’ll come in faculty all these niggas be dying

Interlude
The sad reality of this shit, nigga
Better keep yo gun, and I’ll never run

Verse 2
We never ran from shit bitch, we got hella guns
Come through the block while the kids outside and we’ll drop hella sons
I’ll smoke me a nigga for lookin ion give a fuck he wasn’t doin none
Member the day I shot up the parments, nigga I’ll shoot my gun
Member the day we hit yo block, some nasty and you threw the gun
Yo man got whacked you ain’t gotta enough for his casket cause you blew the funds

Outro
Nigga, matter fact I’m done
Hmm