Desire (Rapper)
RR
[Intro: Summrs]
Brr, double R, bird business, huh, yeah (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Bitch, if I give you ten, go zip that n***a, go flip that n***a
If you don't kill him, n***a, I'ma split you, n***a, it's been real, n***a
Look at my fucking wrist, that bitch so motherfucking icy
And I don't check the price, I buy it if it's nice
I'm clutching some shit so fucking big it'll end your life
N***a, clutching a fucking Sig, you need to end his life
We don't fuck with no fucking pigs, all my n***as shiesty
All my n***as so fucking slime, it get real slimy
Tryna keep up with my life, it get real pricy
Yeah, hang out the roof, nothing to do
Know all my n***as gon' shoot, yeah
Do it to you, do it to him
Fuck that n***a, his crew
Bitch, I'm gone off blues
Look at my fit, cost as much as juice
Hey, we loose screws
Pop my shit, I pop my shit on you
Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, fuck the cam'
So rich, I could buy a Lamb'
Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera
Put that shit on camera
Hitting his bitch with stamina
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, 'bout to kill my manager
Need anger management
This bitch a fan and shit
She don't eat dick? I'm vanishing
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm gone
In my fucking zone, n***a, what you on?
I'm putting my shit on
These sticks, these sticks, they break that n***a bone
I don't rock Vlone, bitch, I'm alone
Come in my fucking home, I'ma get your shit gone
Lil'-ass boy, bitch-ass n***a, I'm grown
Yeah, Rino Stallone
Hitting this bitch from the back while she giving me dome
Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone
Know you can hear it in this song
Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe
Pouring codeine in the Sprite, fuck the hype
Bitch, I'm very hype
[Verse 2: Desire]
Double R, ayy
We sipping drank in the stars
Seen us in a foreign car
My n***a Sosa locked up in the bars
Bitch who is you?
Tryna knock off his head, that's a coupe
Sipping on juice, I be nodding off up in the booth
Lil' bro, you a fool, how you dissing but don't got a tool?
This bitch go blatt, better not drop that verse, we don't play like that
Got the Drac' and the gat
Lame-ass n***a stay talking about us in they texts
My diamonds colder
Hollows hit him in his shoulder
I stay riding with my poker
One in the head, come and play, it's over
I got hit up in my leg but I stand tall, I'm a real soldier
Get him and him
All my n***as in the gym
He smoking stems
Bitch, I'm higher than the rim
Oxy' got me like a Sim
She know I'm him
My bitch know what's up
She tryna hit my cup
They tryna beef with us
But we don't fuss
Take they Glock and buss
All my n***as in the field ready
All my n***as on the drill ready
223s in the old Chevy
We be toting on the Glock steady