Текст RiFF RAFF – Don’t Owe You

I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay

I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay

I’m with the piper, hell gang get the job done
Why is you talkin’ like you a fella fella and you not one?
Gotta go and catch a highway, gotta drive somethin’ round here
Then get popped up round here, ain’t doin’ walk ups round here, yeah yeah
My nigga locked up for M
I was locked up on a little dime and dime, I was locked up for scam
When I throw it up and meet L gang but it’s bitter lover for the brim
Started bangin’ as a young blood, couldn’t get the ball in the rim, yeah yeah
I got a hundred K on my write, I got a hundred K in that safe
I’m Mr. Big Bank to that bitch

I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay

I’m sellin’ yachts on the outskirts of Boston
Green lean coulda paid for the Celtics
Super selfish when it comes to a belt clip
Burberry belt made by Louis
I’m Joe Lewis with the slurpy
It’s the white gray Louis in the pomegranate Buick
You were talkin’ on my sage advice
Left hand filled up with the ice
Walkie talkie never Balenciaga
Worked to a miracle, the saga continues
Fifty K a day is on the menu
I set my cash on the scale
And it said to be continued
Syrup on the table but it’s not maple
Don’t make me duct tape you bitch ass haters
To the wall like wallpaper
It’s the ?
what you paintin’
Ice skatin’ midnight
Chewin’ on what appears to be a human femur
From Jeffrey Dahmer’s deep freezer

I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay

I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay
I don’t know what you be on, but I be on my shit
Hunnid K around my wrist and I don’t owe you shit, ay