Side Effects

R.I.E, bitch I don't know which motherfucking pill I'm taking next But I know that that bitch gonna have some fucking side effects, yeah My bitch looking at me so I think she's thinking sex, yeah Yo bitch looking at me so I think she sent a text, yeah We got cash on deck, yeah We gon' chase a cheque, yeah I be dropping shit that gon' make you hit the deck, yeah You best not expect, yeah 'Cause you won't get a spec, yeah I come to inspect even if I don't suspect, yeah If you know what's good you'll take that good shit off your neck, yeah Cause I got sticky fingers man, that might be the pussy Might let off some ringers if these boys be getting cushy And they better have something to bring us but I ain't being pushy I'm talking 'bout moral man Y'all can go to hell man All I need to do is hear a fucking homie yell man Push you down a well man I be like "Oh well" man When they ask me questions bitch I just say "He fell man" I ain't bout to stress bro I ain't bout to panic I ain't got no dress code I ain't got no standards I ain't fucking royalty I just need that loyalty F*ck me over, dump you in the river, Check your buoyancy I bet two days later I'm gon' have all of your boys with me That brings me right back to my point man People love to swap sides Blood up in the day And then they crip tonight But I can't be your Superman And I don't give a Hoover Dam If you wanna trip I'll make it short Mini Cooper man All of y'all be stupid man Grab a damn bazooka man Watch me fucking nuke a man Bullets got an appetite Watch them fucking chew man You know a man You knew a man Past tense History Y'all can't f*ck with R.I.E This shit ain't no mystery Rotate like rotisseries Ain't nothing sweet bitch This ain't no patisserie Kill yo ass in Italy and watch you float to Sicily Homie, this that sick shit Yeah I'm talking big drip Like a fucking slit wrist Don't pull up on pimp shit I know you got that limp dick Yo bitch be on that simp shit Telling me shit that I don't even wanna know In my fucking ear 'til the motherfucking sun up bro Everybody thinking that they on the fucking come up bro Only way that that's true is if she do not swallow bro Clip full as f*ck but you know the bullets hollow though Don't be scared to holla hoe Got a lot of nerve like the shit under your collarbone All my homies solid bro I just tell em "I'ma go" And I know that they follow so, If you wanna spark something, I'ma bring that powder bro Let em hate Then detonate That shit gonna set em straight Got the blunt rolled, heavyweight Got the lighter, featherweight Hope they never separate This bitch ain't got legs man Those are fucking heaven's gates So it's time to penetrate I just ditched my old life I'm a real renegade Now it's time to celebrate Best choice that I ever made