Текст песни RX7 - $ent!

Yo
Who dis
Ayo it's $enti bitch
Mayne vybes in this hoe
Yo
Yo
I keep my racks in muhfucking jeans pocket
And my glock in my jacket (I do)
I want more money I feel like a fiend
But I can't be muhfucking slacking (Nah I can't)
She call me wayfair I got what she need
So we finna meet on a mattress
Fucking all night till the Sun starta peak
Now I gotta call her A cab

Man as I wake when the stars go to sleep
I'm thinking bout getting a bag
You can never relate so relax
Rx-7 is muhfucking fast (ZOOM)
And she video shit when I'm clapping her cheeks
She love when I hit from the back
Make her feel like she boutta collapse
She a Queen I ain't talking bout drag
In the lead nah I'm never in last
Took a shroom now I'm stuck in a trance
I can't fuck with these niggas cause they switching up on they bros
Like they muhfucking trans
Man this beat got me stuck in the past
Needa eat with da muhfuckin' gang
On my feet is some shit that could cover yo crib
Its a whole lotta muhfucking bands (Cha ching)

On yo block it's a Whole Lotta Red
When they talk bout yo shit it's like Meh (He aight)
I just bought a New Tank you gon Jump Out The House
Got you needing some blood like a vamp
And I got me a coupla shows out in Missouri
I need some bitches in Kansas
Yea the opp wanted smoke put him out of his misery
I spray his face like a canvas (BBRRAHH)
Tell em get sturdy with it
5 niggas outside
Got 4 bodies
The choppa I got me a Birdie with it
Nut on her mouthside
Cause she know how to blow and the putting the work up in it
Boy I got mob ties you gon die
Got a K and I keep me a burner with it
You know when I slide imma keep me a Big Mac
It ain't no burger nigga

Angels on my side
I do rap and my trapping is part time
She saw me on da gram now she wan' ride
Man this spliff got me muhfucking clothes-lined
I got no time
For these fuckas that want me to slow down
Man just give me a year cause I feel that shit coming like Abel
It's muhfucking showtime (I feel it coming baby)
Boy I kill in the sun or the cold times
And my jacket is fur I don't know the price
Caught that boy on the corner he rolling dice
I dice him up and it ain't with a chef knife
And I'm breaking these records like Steph
Heights on a different level its yo bedtime
And I'm bringing the pressure I press yikes
Like the trigger of my fucking tec 9

And I'm knocking em out boy I'm like Mike
Making bags like I'm Tyson on fight night
30 shells out the piece and they hot like boiling water
And I'm holding the stock tight
Big ass V on my back man that shit slight
Turn her on fast like a muhfucking flashlight
In LA gotta keep me a big pipe
Cause they plotting and that do not sit right
Nah
It's $enti
You fuck it up too much bro
You fuck it up way too much
Way too much