Lil Yachty, KrispyLife Kidd, RMC Mike, Babyface Ray, Rio Da Yung OG, DC2Trill, Icewear Vezzo - Royal Rumble lyrics

(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Fuckin' with these bitch ass outsiders, man
Fuck 'em, look look, look

Lou pulled up on me
So we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints
It's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school
I was so defiant bored as hell
I think me and my bitch finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted
Just to be specific 10 milli bullets
Ain't no running from a nigga slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun
The only time I talk to judge
Fucked a bitch, I saw her on TV
But it's not The Grudge
Nigga so tough in them skinnies
Button 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer
But I call this bitch a
Silencer 'cause when I shoot this
Bitch at this nigga, bet the nigga hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hm-m)
Why would I fuck on bro
Bitch, my bitch better, yeah, off her bikini
Shit, smoke on a nigga like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery
(yeah)

Done wearing the big B's
I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a bitch wig off like
"Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw dogged your baby mama
What you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water don't make it bad
It can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour
Ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot
I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a dick sucker
How the fuck you gon' keep
Sliding and not hit nothing?
If a nigga in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My bitch got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I fucked her and like six cousins

Drinking lean for ten years the
Cause of my big stomach
Pop you with a gun inside a gun
It got a kit on it
That bitch was all gold with
A sandpaper grip on it
Girly say she knew I can
Fuck from the hip motions
Sixty racks for my new kit
Look like I'm moving up
Don't drive fast coming down my block
I might shoot it up
Put a whole gram on the table
Watch Unc oot it up
They say I've been acting real stiff
It's time to loosen up
Niggas out here drinking cut lean
Trying to act high
Nigga, you be coming off the bench
I'm the franchise
Fell in love with a blasian bitch
She got cat eyes
Me, Yachty, Ray, Kidd, and Rio the fab five

All my niggas in the street
Don't know no rap guys
Holy water from my jeweler, I got baptized
F's on my hip, I got F's on my hat now
Fear of God, demons on the Chally
Sit a Scat down
My son got a bankroll bigger than niggas
Nigga playing crazy, put his ass in a blender
Blend game crazy, take a half to a chicken
We are not the same, this Dior on my Dickies
Codeine Cowboy ask around, lot of noise
Draco in the whip, ride with me
I'm a Choppa Boy
Purple in my cup, jewels dancing, bitch
I'm BlocBoy
Nigga reach for my shit, get popped for it

I ain't with Tez, but I ain't throwing hands
I'm a GlockBoy
The first thing I ever bought my
Son was a Glock toy
Bro riding in a rental with three Ks
He a hot boy
Michael Jordan, Glock 23 with twenty-two
The other Glock Curry
Rrr, that's how the 'Cat sound
Mike got the Glock in the club
But they ain't pat him down
I'm with the Drank God
He could possibly pull some Act' out
I'm on the South side
With a apostrophe in the crack house
Eighteen hundred dollar bag
Pull a Glock out it
You say you a real drinker
Pull some snot out
Two K's laying on the couch
I put the Glock out
Bitch bent over trying to tie her shoes
Pulled my cock out
Used to have the standard clip
I got a mop now
Shit, gang, what we pouring? I got a pop now
Nigga put the gun down
You getting get knocked out
Seen the opps at the store
Hopped out a droptop with chop out
My big homie got a couple keys
We can't get locked out

Everybody know you really a bitch
Put that Glock down
Nigga came as the shooter
But he got shot down
Ever since the cash came legit
I'm buying opps now
Nigga shook his drank up
It made the pop sound
The lean plug finna retire, I need a doc now
Hop up out the car and bang
Bang like he Pops now
Three-five in a Grabba leaf
This ain't no cigar
Pull up in my hood fresh as
Hell like a trap star
All a nigga do is talk fibs, he a cap star
Nigga can't tell me shit about no drank
I done drunk Barre

Yeah, scurvy nigga with the pints, I cut raw
Untrustworthy, I can't get a plug
'cause I'll run off
Thirty hanging out the Glock, I up, harm him
Twenty-nine shots went out the head
This bitch one off got jumbo bezel
Wanna bet? I can't find my hand
Shady nigga, pop a Xan', I'll rob my friend
Sixty thousand every play, every time I land
Chopper big, hanging down my leg
It can hide my pants
Yeah, had to Chrome Heart me (Bitch)
I'll take a nigga chain at his own party
(Pussy)
Real hitter, fuck a shooter, got a whole army
(Phew) nigga soft, never caught a body
You just told stories (You lying)
I woke up and cashed a Wraith
I ain't tell nobody (No cap)
I heard niggas took your shit
You ain't tell nobody (Better do something)
If this rap shit fail, I'll sell more Wocky
(yeah) you lame, niggas treat you like a ho
Better kill somebody (Kill something)