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Rice St ft. Scatz
BabyTron
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Yeah (Yo, Mario, you made this?)
Huh
Bitch, I live the sweet life, call me Zay, you know Scat's my Cody
Paint chippin' off your decals, bitch, that scat a oldie
She ain't bad, but she a opp bitch, you know she gettin' folded
Forty milligrams in my body, you know I'm out here rollin'
You would send that ho contact with a crown emoji
Magic City, nah, CEOs is bringin' down Baloney
On Rice Street lookin' for a banger and Flint with a banger on me
I asked Twin how he get his knife, he made a hanger from it
The plate in the wall, you can make eight bangers from it
You know bro came, safe to say the undertaker comin'
I left my pod with everything, I heard they took shit from me
This nigga's in there talkin' 'bout a run, but I'm just bein' humble
I played the county crocs off the Jordan insoles
Tryna scrap in the red box, boy, you's a big hoe
I ain't gotta get released, you throw a punch, you gettin' sent home
A hundred push-ups on the stairs got me feelin' strong
A hundred pull-ups while I'm smackin' on the smoke alarm
Our bunkie off a pipe of K2, he don't smoke cigars
Walkin' out of Rice Street feel like a touchdown
Blue fit loud, the whole pod tryna find some socks
MA number on my wrist, stuff it like my watch
It been two o'clock for four hours, where the fuck a clock?
Why you tryna trade a chicken patty for some fuckin' socks?
You a ho, heard soon as you hit the flo', you turn into a hawk
He ain't wanna flip blood, they jumped him off the fuckin' rock
I ain't 4PF or 4L, it's DSM
Old head askin' for advice like he ain't fifty-six
They caught him in the shower, popped him nine times like he 50 Cent
Why he sittin' on that bond and it's fifty cents?
Told my mama that I been beat that A, I'm back on bail again
Fuck the deputy that look like Bill Belichick
Fuck the sheriff, dropped a deuce in
Intake so they could smell this shit
Why the fuck do every holdin' cell smell like shit?
Why the fuck do every holdin' cell smell like piss?
Had to tell OG, "Shut the fuck up, I'm talkin' to my bitch"
Throw the cover on my door all night, ain't gotta pop my shit
I just made a blue strip sellin' poppin' chips
So much rank on the floor, forgot that my opps exist
Writing 2HF out gang on all the walls, you know I pop my shit
Throw a cover on my door late night, they can't lock me in
If that paperwork bold, then you B-A-N
Why the fuck they bringin' breakfast in at 3 AM?
That detox told her that I need a Perc', gave me a peach pill
Got mad before I walked off and slapped it out her hand
I heard cuffin' hoes don't you classify as twill
Told bro I'm fresh out Rice Street, he like, "You came from Hill?"
We ran downfoot on Jefferson all the way to Shell
Should I K and K it or play the US deli?
Almost smacked the fiend clean out
His 2X Pelle, that's bank head for you
Fuck a dub, shawty, he'll take ten for you
Save that lawyer pape', I can't make M's for you
First day out, shit, my ho had straight head for me
First day out throat, I'm havin' brain dead moments
We face ten sodas, Fulton County mugshots, nah, this ain't Otis
We paid bond within an hour, y'all ain't got the same toe
We paid bond and made a hundred, we ain't got the same focus
I'm dodgin' GSP, Kai Ban, Clayco
You would've cried and went to PC, so I just played her
Suspended license, so we floatin' in the Waymo
I'm sick, yo, baby, caught a case like EJ Mo
Fucked some drank, caught a case up in the A, I gotta lay low
You better not try to ride no kite, nigga, say no
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a ho
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a geetch
They extorted you out that bag, that ain't happen to me
Told my celly, "I won't see you back in here, catch me on the streets"
I seen a dep with some ads, catch me on the streets
You know I call up four, five hoes 'cause I keep it P
Soon as they let us through them doors, he ran up the street
I was tryna buy a knife the first day, was in there for a week
I might park and go and piss up on they sign, I gotta take a pee
I gave bro a pack of noodles, he tryna take my seat
See a officer and take him on a chase, fuck APD
Like how I get a lil' felony off an ounce of weed?
I took the FDCO jumpsuit off and put on ERD
Commissary for the pod, all the bags on me