RTC ft. TChrisGuapo Lyrics

Ninety-nine cent bologna

Smokin' I'm smokin' I'm smokin' right now

Smokin' so much that my head's in the clouds

Smokin' I'm smokin' I'm smokin' right now

I'm smokin' so much that the clouds in my head (heads)

I'm smokin' so much that this bitch I just fucked (what)

Mad at me because I left her on read (ahh)

I told her go outside & touch on some grass

And if I was there I would touch on her ass (gimmie that)

But what's more important, I'm touchin' some racks

Spendin' that shit & I make it right back (bands)

She said she got a bone to pick with me (why?)

Well, I got a bone you can sit on

Every time I get a call on my phone

I hit the dougie cause that's my ringtone (yuh)

Servin' that mid like it's strong

I'm juggin' that shit in my palm

I keep a bitch & a bitch on my arm

Tchris got them chickens, he own him a farm (a chicken farm)

Yeah

I come at your girl like a swarm

Ring the alarm

Turn her panties to a storm

Come through she jump in my arm

But bitch I'm not no fuckin' dog

Cause in the water I'm a shark (what?)

Ruthless (ruthless)

Slap off the gas pack I'm too lit (too lit)

Lil' bitch she bad & she boujiee (okay)

Tryna get cuffed but I won't do it (nuh uh)

Breakin' her back

Breakin' her bone (bones)

Don't want no cheap shit

I'm rockin VLone (lone)

Bitch I am solid, I am a stone (what)

I'm tall & I'm skinny, just like Timon (umm)

You try to play me, now you is gone

Cause that's the consequence of doin' me wrong

Fuck it

Let's go

Hot white bitch, spicy mayo (mayo)

I love independent bitches

Not the ones I gotta pay for on a pay phone

Askin' me how my day go

What you really want from a nigga (okay)

I already gave you nine inches

And you always give me pussy on Christmas

I'm never trippin' cause it's vicious

And I am a witness

My dick is an eye witness to them kidneys

She tell other niggas she picky but pick me

It ain't my fault that I'm gettin cawt cawt

My wrist could blind with the shit I just bought (what)

You caught in a bind (no)

Cause bitch not your bitch she is mine

Now y'all caught in a bind

Cause I don't want her but I fucked her

And that shit gone stay on your mind

I know that that's bussin that nigga head baw (shits weird)

Yeah, look

Okay

Start some shit with me, you in trouble

Blick got a telescope, no hubble (BOOM)

My niggas gonna send the blitz, no huddle (BOW)

Bust your motherfuckin' shit like a bubble

I got the new Benjamins

That's the blue hundreds

Thraxx got me in space

And I didn't need no fuckin' shuttle

Aye, I'm back (BACK)

TChris on the fuckin' track (TRACK)

Just like my nigga Coblack (COBLACK)

We send yo ass to the trap (TO THE FLATS)

We send yo ass to the flap

We don't give a god damn (no)

Nigga we send the fuckin blitz

And we gonna chop you like some ham, aye

Ninety-nine cent bologna

Smokin' I'm smokin' I'm smokin' right now

Smokin' so much that my head's in the clouds

Smokin' I'm smokin' I'm smokin' right now

I'm smokin' so much that the clouds in my head (heads)

I'm smokin' so much that this bitch I just fucked (what)

Mad at me because I left her on read (ahh)

I told her go outside & touch on some grass

And if I was there I would touch on her ass (gimmie that)

But what's more important, I'm touchin' some racks

Spendin' that shit & I make it right back (bands)

She said she got a bone to pick with me (why?)

Well, I got a bone you can sit on

Every time I get a call on my phone

I hit the dougie cause that's my ringtone (yuh)

Servin' that mid like it's strong

I'm juggin' that shit in my palm