MR RECOUP

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Just bought a pair of new gym fuckin' socks

Charles Tyler Perry, he make plays for the block

Wasn't even 'bout to rap on this, but it knocks

Where you tryna go? 'Cause it's smoke at the top

Spade at the party, throw the hoes in the truck

We was just on Yonge Street, they was eatin' it up

My life ain't a movie, bitch, it's just us

They can't find the shooter, bitch, 'cause it's us

Us, us, it was us

Shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust

My opps be so broke that we been shootin' at the bus

Bro say, "Play it patient," nah, dawg, I'm in a rush

I'm tryna buck, ayy

I'm tryna shoot, he tryna clutch, ayy

I'm tryna add him to the list like a deluxe, ayy

I'm tryna wash the windshield off him, off his truck, ayy

I'm tryna smack his twin and show him it wasn't luck

Damn, Alex Moss, that's a really big chain

Really, it's no wonder why my neck is in pain

Damn, Ice Man, your initials just changed

Mr. Recoup, that's my other nickname

Spade at the party, long-wheelbase Range

Chances are I'll probably never see these hoes again

NoFace B, that's my motherfuckin' hitter

Dre is your daddy and he couldn't find a sitter

Every single year, what I'm grossin', it get bigger

If I really pop it, I'll have some niggas triggered (My bad)

I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fuckin' grave digger

He don't like me 'cause my niggas killed one of his niggas

Pitch-black paint, but the seats, they vanilla (Go)

I converse with CEOs, you talk on a pillow (Go)

Watch me do the trainin' dance, smack your main hitter (21)

I got fifty-some old schools like my name Spitta (21)

All these niggas cap, they exaggeratin' hats

Go against the mob, you be layin' on your back

I don't speculate, if I speak, then it's the facts (Facts)

We the type of niggas cut the tails off the rats

Us, us, it was us

Shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust

My opps be so broke that we been shootin' at the bus

Bro say, "Play it patient," nah, dawg, I'm in a rush

I'm tryna buck