RPD Lyrics

Don't run now, blanco in this bitch, it's time to have some fun

Don't run now, mafia in this bitch, time to bring them guns out

All you bitches knats, I can't fuck with y'all, y'all R.P.D

Hanging with them rats, gon' get your ass turned into moldy cheese

I was out on Evers with a mission, I was tryna eat

Couldn't even drive yet best believe I pushed the coldest heat

Told you bitches once, stay away from my playground

Noonie, keep it poppin', round here, it ain't no safe sound

Socket, blessed the package just sent my lil' man on that greyhound

I got what you need, yeah, you know I make my way round

See this that real trapper music, you know Blanco gon' influence

Running laps around the trap, even copped a couple students

Bustin' down on p's, then I pass it on to my lil' ones

Packed from overseas, flip that sack to a couple million

I've been silent for a minute, time to shake shit up

Only pressure in my Russians, only put a Quake or up

I can't fuck with you bitches, cause y'all really snake as fuck

Gotta keep my laser tucked, trigger finger happy, and I'm prone to blaze em up

Gave that bitch whiplash, choppa real fast

Froze up when that clip clashed, la sangre splish splashed

Oh, that's your nigga, can't help he love my thick ass

He been feigning for me real bad, that shit sad, know you mad

But anyway, this his new home now, would've sent him back

But he just can't stay away, only use him for his dome

know that head game on crazy eight

Before he get to eatin', drop his knees and say the amazing grace

Ask for a signature, put Blanco all on his face

I can't fuck with y'all, y'all R.P.D

Hangin' with them rats, gon' get your ass turned into moldy cheese

I was out on Evers, with a mission, I was tryna eat

Couldn't even drive yet, best believe I pushed the coldest heat

Told you bitches, wins, stay away from my playground

Noonie, keep it poppin', round here, it ain't no safe sound

Socket blessed the baggage, just sent my lil' man on that greyhound

I got what you need, yeah, you know I make my way around

Everyday Thanksgiving when I got these turkey bags

Try me, you go missing , like this bitch up, like it's Christmas

knock knock think im Jehovah witness , it's just Blanco knockin' at your door

Know I got the Nina givin' kisses under the mistletoe

mop em they get to shouting , that's how I do my Sunday chores

Call my Reaper, yo, come quiet, gotta clean up on aisle four

Aisle four

Blanco

I mop em they get to shouting