Li Rye
Precision
[Intro]
What?

[Verse]
On murder I make millions n***a
Lil bro hit at civilians n***a
This switch hit with precision n***a
Slice shit up no incision n***a
The only difference is the stage bigger
Them xanax make me rage quicker
Wockhardt I don't fuck with liquor
Slimey I don't fuck with n***as
Perkys let her snort a little
Sliding to get that shit out My system
Grimy make his sister friend kill him
My heart cold and My blood thicker
Bhlacky keep passing out percocets starting to think that shit a test
I give that lil hoe half this percocet we gone have perfect sex
Drop 30,000 dollars in My mouth I got the perfect set
I can leave 1017 right now today and I'm still gone fuck with Sett
Gambling addict just like My fucking daddy favorite word might be bet
Said I "Won't drop a Rolls" My pops said "Fuck that n***a drop a 'Vette"
Pull up foreign parked that bitch in the road and get they pussys wet
Sipping too much lean I need to start drinking water I barely fucking sweat
She know I got them racks do what I say that's My lil teacher's pet
Bad lil bitch from Flordia told me that she want to give me some "Jwett"
I need somebody from Flordia to tell me what the f-
What the fuck is jwett
I don't- I ain't never looked it up or none I just- I need somebody to tell me
Aight
Focused on that bag she can't get me no drops then I don't want her
I been smoking opps soon as I walk in you smell My aroma
N***as snitch then pray that 12 raid like they from Oklahoma
Dropped a diss and died in less then 12 days his ass a local joke
Got a partner that can give you 10 to 12 days all he need is your social
Young and dumb we went on multiple hits up out the same Toyota
I can't stop sipping green I'm moving slow and slowing My words like Yoda
Hoe keep lying like I put dick up on her and I don't even fucking know her
I gotta change the flow they rapping slow I switch it up too
I'ma keep that shit a buck if you play tuff I'd probably hoe you
What's in your pockets ain't enough
Extortion season don't make me blow you
You see My pistol, how it ain't tucked? bitch if you buck we gone show you
The reason I'm a gravedigger
He ain't fucked up till' he heard My music bitch I really made n***as
My Draco weird when he got hungry told me how he crave n***as
How you My brother we never starved and I wasn't in that cage with you
Keep it real forever I ain't no fake killer
Pass her to the clique let lil bro them hit you still gone lip kiss her
Them boys don't want no smoke bring up My name watch they say "There ain't issue"
When Red died I can't even lie I used up all the tissue
They we stand on business I already'd slide before I dropped Too Official
In the streets My name hold weights
N***a know this shit can get too official