"Rice St" lyrics
(feat. Scatz)
(Hahaha) Yeah
(Yo, Marley, you made this?) Huh
Huh
Bitch, I live the suite life, call me Zack, you know Scatz my Cody
Paint chippin' off your decals, bitch, that Scat' a oldie
She ain't bad, but she a opp bitch, you know she gettin' folded
Forty milligrams in my body, you know I'm out here rollin'
You would save that ho contact with a crown emoji
Magic City, now CO's is bringin' down bologna
On Rice Street lookin' for a banger, in Flint with a banger on me
I asked twin how he get his knife, he made a hanger for me
The plate in the wall, you can make eight bangers from it
You know bro Kane, safe to say The Undertaker comin'
I left my pod with everything, I heard they took shit from it
It's niggas in there talkin' 'bout a run, but I'm just bein' humble
I played the county crocs off the Jordan insole
Tryna scrap in the red box, boy, you's a big ho
You ain't gotta get released, you a throw a punch, you gettin' sent home
A hundred push-ups on the stairs got me feelin' strong
A hundred pull-ups while I'm smackin' on the smoke alarm
Our bunky off a pipe of K2, he don't smoke cigars
Walkin' out of Rice Street feel like a touchdown
Blue fit loud, the whole pod tryna some za
Inmate number on my wrist, stuck it like my watch
It been two o'clock for four hours, where the fuck a clock?
Why he tryna trade a chicken patty for some fuckin' socks?
You a ho, heard soon as you hit the floor, you turn into an akh'
He ain't wanna flip blood, they jumped him off the fuckin' rock
I ain't 4PF or 4L, it's DSM
Bowhead askin' advice like he ain't fifty-six
They caught in the shower, popped him nine times like he 50 Cent
Why he sittin' on that bond and his fifty cents?
Told my mama that I been beat that A, I'm back on bail again
Fuck the deputy that look like Bill Belichick
Fuck the sherrif, drop a deuce in intake so they can smell that shit
Why the fuck do every holding cell smell like shit?
Why the fuck do every holding cell smell like piss?
Have to tell OG, "Shut the fuck up," I'm talkin' to my bitch
Throw the cover on my door all night, ain't gotta pop my shit
I just made a blue strip, sellin' pop and chip
So much rank on the floor, forgot that my opps exist
Writin' 28 jumpout gang on all the walls, you know I pop my shit
Threw a cover on my door late night, they can't lock me in
If that paperwork bold, then you B-A-N
Why the fuck they bringin' breakfast in at 3 a.m.?
At detox, told her that I need a Perc', gave me a peach pill
Got mad before I walked off, slapped it out her hand
Out here cuffin' hoes, don't you classify as 12?
Told bro I'm fresh out Rice Street, he like, "You came from hell?"
We ran down foot on Jefferson all the way to Shell
Should I K and K it or play the US deli?
Almost smacked the fiend clean out his 2X Pelle
That's Bankhead for you
Fuck a dub, shotta, he'll take ten for you
Save that lawyer pape', I can make M's for you
First day out, shit, my ho had straight head for me
First day out throat, I'm havin' braindead moments
We faced ten sodas
Fulton County mugshots, nah, this ain't Otis
We paid bond within an hour, y'all ain't got the same tokens
We paid bond then made a hundred, we ain't got the same focus
I'm divin' GSP, Cobb and Clayco
You would've cried and went to PC soft as Play-Doh
Suspended license, so we floatin' in the Waymo
I'm sick, your baby caught a case like he Jamo
Fuck some drank, caught a case up in the A, I gotta lay low
You bet' not try to write no kite, nigga, say no
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a ho
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a geech
They extorted you out that bag, that ain't happen to me
Tell my celly, "I won't see you back in here, catch me on the streets"
I see a dep' with some ass, catch me on the streets
You know I call four, five hoes 'cause I keep it P
Soon as they let us through them doors, we ran up the street
I was tryna buy a knife the first day, was in there for a week
I might park and go and piss up on they sign, I got to take a pee
I gave bro a pack of noodles, he tryna take my seat
See a officer and take him on a chase, fuck APD
Like how I get a lil' felony off a ounce of weed?
I took the FCDO jumpsuit off and put on R-E-D
Commissary for the pod, all the bags on me
(Yo, Marley, you made this?) Huh
Huh
Bitch, I live the suite life, call me Zack, you know Scatz my Cody
Paint chippin' off your decals, bitch, that Scat' a oldie
She ain't bad, but she a opp bitch, you know she gettin' folded
Forty milligrams in my body, you know I'm out here rollin'
You would save that ho contact with a crown emoji
Magic City, now CO's is bringin' down bologna
On Rice Street lookin' for a banger, in Flint with a banger on me
I asked twin how he get his knife, he made a hanger for me
The plate in the wall, you can make eight bangers from it
You know bro Kane, safe to say The Undertaker comin'
I left my pod with everything, I heard they took shit from it
It's niggas in there talkin' 'bout a run, but I'm just bein' humble
I played the county crocs off the Jordan insole
Tryna scrap in the red box, boy, you's a big ho
You ain't gotta get released, you a throw a punch, you gettin' sent home
A hundred push-ups on the stairs got me feelin' strong
A hundred pull-ups while I'm smackin' on the smoke alarm
Our bunky off a pipe of K2, he don't smoke cigars
Walkin' out of Rice Street feel like a touchdown
Blue fit loud, the whole pod tryna some za
Inmate number on my wrist, stuck it like my watch
It been two o'clock for four hours, where the fuck a clock?
Why he tryna trade a chicken patty for some fuckin' socks?
You a ho, heard soon as you hit the floor, you turn into an akh'
He ain't wanna flip blood, they jumped him off the fuckin' rock
I ain't 4PF or 4L, it's DSM
Bowhead askin' advice like he ain't fifty-six
They caught in the shower, popped him nine times like he 50 Cent
Why he sittin' on that bond and his fifty cents?
Told my mama that I been beat that A, I'm back on bail again
Fuck the deputy that look like Bill Belichick
Fuck the sherrif, drop a deuce in intake so they can smell that shit
Why the fuck do every holding cell smell like shit?
Why the fuck do every holding cell smell like piss?
Have to tell OG, "Shut the fuck up," I'm talkin' to my bitch
Throw the cover on my door all night, ain't gotta pop my shit
I just made a blue strip, sellin' pop and chip
So much rank on the floor, forgot that my opps exist
Writin' 28 jumpout gang on all the walls, you know I pop my shit
Threw a cover on my door late night, they can't lock me in
If that paperwork bold, then you B-A-N
Why the fuck they bringin' breakfast in at 3 a.m.?
At detox, told her that I need a Perc', gave me a peach pill
Got mad before I walked off, slapped it out her hand
Out here cuffin' hoes, don't you classify as 12?
Told bro I'm fresh out Rice Street, he like, "You came from hell?"
We ran down foot on Jefferson all the way to Shell
Should I K and K it or play the US deli?
Almost smacked the fiend clean out his 2X Pelle
That's Bankhead for you
Fuck a dub, shotta, he'll take ten for you
Save that lawyer pape', I can make M's for you
First day out, shit, my ho had straight head for me
First day out throat, I'm havin' braindead moments
We faced ten sodas
Fulton County mugshots, nah, this ain't Otis
We paid bond within an hour, y'all ain't got the same tokens
We paid bond then made a hundred, we ain't got the same focus
I'm divin' GSP, Cobb and Clayco
You would've cried and went to PC soft as Play-Doh
Suspended license, so we floatin' in the Waymo
I'm sick, your baby caught a case like he Jamo
Fuck some drank, caught a case up in the A, I gotta lay low
You bet' not try to write no kite, nigga, say no
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a ho
Heard that you chillin' in PC, you actin' like a geech
They extorted you out that bag, that ain't happen to me
Tell my celly, "I won't see you back in here, catch me on the streets"
I see a dep' with some ass, catch me on the streets
You know I call four, five hoes 'cause I keep it P
Soon as they let us through them doors, we ran up the street
I was tryna buy a knife the first day, was in there for a week
I might park and go and piss up on they sign, I got to take a pee
I gave bro a pack of noodles, he tryna take my seat
See a officer and take him on a chase, fuck APD
Like how I get a lil' felony off a ounce of weed?
I took the FCDO jumpsuit off and put on R-E-D
Commissary for the pod, all the bags on me
