Текст песни Please. - Lil Rafe

These niggas dk me these bitches don't either
I got my back on the wall with my heater
I really love her but I gotta leave her
Cause my heart on the floor it's right under my sneaker
And ya morals where they Go
From a house wife to a hoe
Walk around with my blicky don't care who it is they run up I'm a let it blow
I pop a melatonin just to snooze
They see I'm winning hoping that I lose
On the road in a Tesla I just let it cruise
You so cold and don't care it's like you got the flu
In the trap with my dawg we get racks I swear we gone get it our way
These niggas could say what they want they won't ever speak in my face

Could careless what they say we get backends
If they jacking us K we gone pack em
Too many ooters wit me ain't relaxing
I'm the king of my city and bitch I was back then
These niggas all ass they just acting yeah
Give a fuck about them niggas bring them pack in yeah
Should I spend on my self or be stackin yk the vibes ima break it down fractions yeah
Four way
I'm sippin on Henny fuck rose
Full of plain ima blow up like propane
But I could never go out like Cobain
Two tone on the Patek go both ways
I love a bad bitch that go both ways
Paper route give a fuck what a hoe say
I'm the plug for the gutta like Jose
I know how it feel to do for who ain't doing shit back yeah
Was wrong cause I had too much heart when I moved in the trap Yeah
But it's all gone be worth it cause ima do shows and bring racks in
I ain't saving nobody if they say it's up I subtract em
My lyrics supreme I move like a rockstar
That pain hitting deep I been reaching for Wockhardt
Them blessings come clutch I pray they never stop lawd
Lil Rafe Rap but he don't hesitate to send shots off
Raising hell for my bruddas ya head getting knocked off
Think it's PTSD cause I keep too much Glocks with me
And I don't got time for the gimmicks that's why I be doley ain't nothing but knots with me

These niggas dk me these bitches don't either
I got my back on the wall with my heater
I really love her but I gotta leave her
Cause my heart on the floor it's right under my sneaker
And ya morals where they Go
From a house wife to a hoe
Walk around with my blicky don't care who it is they run up I'm a let it blow
I pop a melatonin just to snooze
They see I'm winning hoping that I lose
On the road in a Tesla I just let it cruise
You so cold and don't care it's like you got the flu
In the trap with my dawg we get racks i swear we gone get it our way
These niggas could say what they want they won't ever speak in my face