Letra de Rare Story - 2rare

'Posed to be out L.A. makin' hits, I might just ram some

I'm like Kool-Aid Man in this bitch, I might just jam some

Uh, come on, oh yeah

Uh, come on, oh yeah

Uh, come on, uh, uh

Uh, come on, oh yeah

Uh, come on, oh yeah

Uh, come on, uh, uh (G, I think we got one)

This the key, keep your Glock

Better not reach for my cock

EA Sports, she for the gang

This not a game, she a thot

Better not leave with flip-flops

Love my teeth, this not Wock'

Trippin' off that codeine, we let 'em lean wit' it, rock

'Cause niggas just rode on me

I'm not a Pamper, you can't pull up on me

Just like the movies be

All about action, you know I'm in the front row seat

I got bars for weeks

Think I might really build a jail for me

It was me and Deek

Let me tell y'all 'bout this rare story

Got the idea from King Von

We was only coming from Wawa

At the crib, you know, rara

Rather walk down, fuck a driveby

Niggas pulled up on my side

Then we ran a couple lil' stop signs

Bro gave me that Glock 9

Then all you heard was shots firin'

Like, boom, boom, I'm lettin' it blast

Vroom, room, Deek pressin' the gas

Boom, boom, they shootin' right back

Brr, brr, bro, answer your jack

Lowkey don't even know who it is

Bitch, I'm highly upset

It's the wrong time for us to do a bid

What, you forgot I rap?

Ain't no fake page ever come through

Had to check and see who was in my views

It was smoke grey-tinted windows

Told Deek, "Don't ride in no fishbowls"

Think they was shootin' with a blindfold

'Cause I ain't see shit come close

Got in a car crash the other day though

For the rest of the story, ask bro

Damn, let me take a lil' sip of this juice

My fuckin' head been hurtin' ever since this car crash

Well, tell me 'bout that other bitch

We got bodies, fuckin' hotties, what's her name? I bet we fucked

Did she really, really want me? It's a line and they will bust

Think I keep a blade on me 'cause I keep a sharp cut

I ain't Wesley, got a new jack in a city, hit me up

I ain't at-in' no names 'cause she might just get a buzz

Dick her down like real bad, when she scream, I tell her, "Hush"

I ain't never in her comments, but I'm always in her guts

Got my Colt on, but I ain't Andrew, I ain't good wit' luck

Get your ass kicked with designer

Now you shitting out Fendi and Prada

Since Polo tees and fresh ones

We been it, you can't clown us

We stomp the yard, we steppers

Make a killer dance like Step Up

Don't trust a bitch with a shape-up

'Cause they be quick to line us

This the key, keep your Glock

Better not reach for my cock

EA Sports, she for the gang

This not a game, she a thot

Better not leave with flip-flops

Love my teeth, this not Wock'

Trippin' off that codeine, we let 'em lean wit' it, rock

No, he 2rare

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