Rick Racks - RIP Jayo Sama Lyrics

I take a jet to France
I take a trip to Japan
I feel just like Dex, I flex on a ex
And I just might pop like a xan
I rock Balenciaga
No I don't f*ck with Prada
I'm a young nigga, rest in piece to Jayo Sama
Pull out the f*ckin beam, extendo with the llama
I got anxiety, can't sleep without the yoppa
Yo bitch she all on me, she moaning like a opera
You know this bitch got kick, but we not playin soccer

But we gon' catch a oppa, jus like a std
Bitch I'm a show stopper all of these niggas they envy me
I'm ballin on these niggas, just like a MVP
Pull out the new freezer, my neck and wrist it gleam

Slip, bob, weave
Bitch get off me
Gotta strap like John wick
Gotta strap like Danny green

Shoot out the roof
I jus my let it pop off out the coupe
All of my diamonds and bengis is blue
I got Louis V Gucci snakes all on my shoe
Ayeeee
Like where the bitches at
Cause I could jus hit up a few
I smack it and pass it, it's crack like an addict you know imma pass to the crew
All of this drip that you see that I'm rockin is fresh out the box niggas know that it's new
Got hoes different colors so tell me your preference I pull up the scene bringing hoes by the two

What's on the jacket, Margiela
I pull up, I'm changing the weather
I don't want a girlfriend unless she like bitches
Cause then we could f*ck em together
And lately I get to the cheddar
I got Valentino my sweater
Its raining so you said yo block wet
My niggas pull up and we making it wetter

I take a jet to France
I take a trip to Japan
I feel just like Dex, I flex on a ex
And I just might pop like a xan
I rock Balenciaga
No I don't f*ck with Prada
I'm a young nigga, rest in piece to Jayo Sama
Pull out the f*ckin beam, extendo with the llama
I got anxiety, can't sleep without the yoppa
Yo bitch she all on me, she moaning like a opera
You know this bitch got kick, but we not playin soccer
I feel like I'm Marylyn Manson
I got yo bitch with me she dancing
I hop out the v and I step in a mansion
All of my diamonds is dancing
This shit it feel like a routine, when your shawty pull up told her open her mouth
She sucking dick for the clout
F*cking that bitch when I bust then I'm kicking her out
Me and my niggas pop out, we causin havoc or causin a scene
Bitch it's to easy like 1, 2, 3
And then all of a sudden yo bitch she on me
Bitch it's to easy like 1, 2, 3
And then all of a sudden she took off her jeans
I just might shoot yo medulla
I just might hit up ben baller I need a new jeweler
Glock with a stick and it look like a ruler
I'm smoking that pack and it came in a tookah
Nigga talk down he get smoke like a hookah or smoke like a vape get the f*ck out my face
All on my dick so I ask how it taste
And then after I might just go hop in the Wraith
If I pop off, then who get the credit
My mama, my pop, or the streets I was raised
Come to the door just to pick up your daughter
He told his wife, "this shit must be a phase"
Regardless you know I pull up with juice
I feel like I'm Uzi Canadian Goose
They tryna negotiate calling a truce
But nigga f*ck that bitch I run up the score
F*cking yo bitch and she askin for more
Then I kick back and might just go pour me a four