Justin Rarri
IWOULDHATEMETOO
[Verse 1]
Be realistic with yourself
Now you pillow talkin' bitch, don’t try to dap me up
Boy was dying to join my clique, bitch I already knew wassup
N***a mad cryin for attention cause I'm the one they all look up to
Yeah uh
He live in the town ain't it?
Now these n***as know me, gotta get right out the town baby
You don’t think I hear what they say
Fuck around and regret them, n***a I ain't come to play

[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n***a fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin’ on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n***as get you, strip you outta your draws
Don’t play wit my name lil n***a, we ain't built the same

[Verse 2]
We could bring it all back
I got bitches lovin’ on me, postin throwbacks
Member when I put in work, I gave you all my heart
And I know they talkin down on me, that's all cap
2 bitches smokin' out the pack, I copped them new Gucci
Shorty suck me in my Mike Amiri tied up with a doobie
Running thru the fucking air, I know these n***as tryna do me
Glock came with a semi auto, shit be bussin like a uzi
All of sudden he lit
Why him, why the fuck he rich
Spread the bands all on top of that shit
N***as hate cause they know I be talkin' that shit
What the fuck n***a, say forget it
For clout, he started dissing
No snitchin’ if he go missing
We could never fuck the same bitches
[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n***a fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n***as get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil n***a, we ain't built the same

[Verse 3]
Once that .9 hit em (boop, boop, boop)
He just copped a Moncler, he gon' die in it
I ain't ever on my knees, I pray to god with feet on it
Know they talking down on me, don't give a fuck, look how I live though
Bitch, I promise you ain't no dick suckin when it come to me and my n***as, on god
That's prolly them other n***as
Better stay strapped up, lil n***a
What you trippin' about
Talkin' slick out the mouth
My n***a gone boom back
You gon' get your head clapped
Tell that to n***a fall back
My n***as wildin', you hear pop, think its a bottle, thats yo guyza
N***as hiding, tryna act like they can't find us
I been runnin thru these bitches, fuck behind em
Know my brother always gripped up they can't line us
[Chorus]
Get the bands right out the closet, n***a fuck a safe
Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today
Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay
Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think
We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved
I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard
Put the flash on top when n***as get you, strip you outta your draws
Don't play wit my name lil n***a, we ain't built the same

[Outro]
Get involved
Hollywood Boulevard, ohh
Outta your draws, ohh
Ha ohh