Double R, bird business,
Ooh, ooh
I got XanGang with me, ooh
Baby, I need more drank, Xanax wake me up
I was rockin' Helmut Lang
I was down bad, now I'm up
She dragged my heart through the mud
I was tryna keep in touch
My feelings get the best of me and I end up givin' up
When I first met you girl, I was worried 'bout how I smelled
You had your Chanel handbag on wit' yo' YSL
You told me you was done with niggas, you was tired of takin' L's
You was makin' all these assumptions, but I ain't care 'bout how you felt
Lovin' every second that I'm wit' you, and I know that you'll tell
And I hope that these feelings do somethin'
I hope I ain't sippin' too much girl
Everything that you have official
You addicted to your Chanel
And I hope that this official, so that I ain't wastin' my time
I depend on you, you depend on me to give you what you need
I'll never ever leave you for a dirty ass fuckin' treesh
I'm so stuck in my ways, I'll make you get on your knees, and propose to me
Bitch, I'm a fuckin' G
The size of this like sticks off of trees
I'll never stop shinin', 'til lil' Rino sixty
Everywhere that I go, you know I got the sticks with me
We all die one day, let's make it last (What you doin'?)
I'm lil' Rino, baby
Not to be fucked with
Double R, bird business
Let's get it
I deserve my flowers today, not when I'm in my grave
My first bitch, she did me so wrong, and I burnt our memories
Oh, oh
I need a pint of codeine, no ace of spades
I'm not askin' for you to leave, but I do need my space
She claim that she love me, claim that she will do anything
I'm still tryna figure out how you spit in my face
Like, how the fuck you do that without feelin' ashamed
