Ricotheactivist - Lava (Prod. by rodz! x 7thheaven) Lyrics

Negotiator
Becoming difficult
Soo passive
Yo i'm the hotest nigga in this bitch has some Lava

Smokin on dope and it smell like guava
These niggas can't stop it
Yuh
Smokin' on guava, nigga don't play, cause I'm too hot my nigga

I could go band for band or bar for
Bar with a lot of these niggas
I ain't a rapper or a trapper, I'm just a boss nigga
And I got this shit out the mud so you wouldn't know what it cost, nigga

It was a lot of niggas I trusted but they ain't really hava my back
Bitch I was dolo all on my own, I had to get that bag
They said I was chattin', they said I was cappin' but I only spoke straight facts
I said f*ck em and got on my grind, now I got them big blue stacks

I just pour wock all over my patek, I got the bitch all dirty
Got a white and a black bitch all iced out, that's a Oreo mcflurry
I got the cash on splurgin
He said he got racks, where'd he at man, I'm searchin

They said when you wanna get somethin' done, you gotta get it done on your own
And I wanted to get this money so I had to do it dolo
All of this money burn holes in my pocket like nigga I just gotta spend it
I living life like a game show so I'm just in it to win it

Addicted to money, like my name popeye , I'm just tryna get spinach
And the way I got purple all in my cup, you a thinkin' nigga grimace
But I keep shit 200, I'm blowin' steam like a motherf*ckin' geyser
Mixin' up Za with the pain and the fame, I'm gettin' higher and higher

I'm up all night and I can't sleep, but somehow I never tire
And I'm never gon' stop till ma duke's good and that's my burning desire
I done bagged me a fine-ass jawn, she always goin' hold shit down
And I go to war over my bitch, the carbine hold hella rounds

I got surpressors on all of my sticks, them hoes don't make a sound
I feel like Rambo with 2 60's, 762, ah knock em' around
Tote them poles come with beam and suppression, only got two dogs and they Smith and Wesson
Got it off dh, better stop that flexin

Don't want your bitch, she the one that be textin
I got the gualla, so why is you stressin'
I pass my exams, so who is they testin'
Ain't pushin' my buttons, who is they pressin'

I'm in the front and I'm tryna check in
Makin' some money, I'm bout to clock in
Tryna make it with me, better lock in
Sellin' dat za, hit my phone, bitch, tap it in

He at the store, bitch, I caught him lackin
I'm bout to whip in the bullet, get to crackin
This ain't no game, we ready for action
Take all your shit, that's an extraction

Yuh, I'm the hottest nigga in this bitch, I like lava
Smokin' on dope and it smell like guava
These niggas can't stop us
Yuh