RNR (Enferno Remix) - Will Brennan

Verse 1

Florida whip got the Cali Smell, Riding out in this fast lane/

Car old as my momma is, Liquor old as my last name/

I'm on 95 headed down south, gotta bad lil Miami thang/

No attitude just good sex, good w**d, call me 2 strains/

Let her hold it down. My homie taught me always remember these 2 things/ don't love the hoes, if you find a good one dont f**k it up with no stupid games/ I respect the code, forgive the haters, pray God bless all the loser lames/ If we never get to see a million dollars, let me keep smoking this stupid flame

Wayward Minds, how real is that, DT told me you got it dawg/

He the point guard, throw the ill assist, and I'm so raw they cant stop me dawg/ Gitt turned up, got me poppin off, glass half full, let's top it off/ Pure Molly hit, no footprint, no cuts made, just a chopped cost

And I'm on it (on it on it on it on it) So good, So high/ Another gram rolled a lil half dose a lil orange juice, let me clear my throat/ for all of the niggas that dont know who the best is b**ch, the message is, you better get down and respect this sh*t/ watch while we cash these checks in b**ch

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Ridin, Rollin

Man this sh*t so potent

Hundred Miles an hour, think I'm moving in slow motion

We be Ridin Rollin

And my b**ch be smokin

Cruising A1A, she wanna f**k me by the Ocean

Verse 2

I gotta couple homies, they my only friends

We be riding out, gotta get it in

Plays never wait, life never waits

Big league, feeling like a light heavyweight

New player in this old game

Flow feel like a lit match in a big a** tank of propane

Prolly why I'm taking off, so fast in this slow lane

Watching while ya'll stall out, all that work for no gain

Uh uh, that's so lame. No time for you losers

Wanna know who's dick is bigger b**ch, go and get the ruler

Wanna know who's dick is better ask yo girl and she might clue ya

Met niggas that was richer never seen nobody cooler

Cooler...but that's why we get hoes, you never seen before

Everywhere we go

And you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows ni**a

you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows

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Verse 3

Go hard, stay hungry. Do work, Get money

No stress, no pressure. My time, its coming

They mad? Say f**k em. I laugh, it's funny

My team, they ballin. Yo team, do nothing

It's simple, its easy. Just quit, man trust me

Cuz if we gotta go head up, it's going to get ugly

You sleepy, you tired, you garbage, cant touch me

She gorgeous, I'm on it, I like her, she lucky

We perfect, we coastin, 28 grams of the (police siren)

Never shake hands with the (police siren)

Have a safe plan for the (police siren)

When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren)

When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren)

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