"RC" lyrics

My life is a fuckin rollercoaster, shit go up and down
Shit, shit go up and down, shit, shit go up and down
They tryna take the sound, they tryna take the crown
They tryna knock me down
Only want 100's around
Tell me, who is you, what's your round?
Put my foot up on the gas
Put that shit in her mouth and she gag
I just put some big racks in my bag
I might put some damn racks on your momma
Man, I promise I'm tryna be humble

Nowadays all I think about is commas
'Cause I can't be concerned bout a bitch, nigga
Mmm, you sayin I switched up, I ain't switch shit, just a rich nigga
I hop on the beat and I space in and out cuz I gotta let it hit, nigga
You always gonna find a way to make it out cuz I'm all bout the sixth figure
And y'all all bout that wack shit, and so I gotta tax shit
And yeah I got a busy life, I can't be your attachment
You know I might leave the bitch super messy, come get you a napkin
We not doin no cappin, really making it happen

You know
Sometimes I, I find myself slipping up sometimes, you know
And I gotta, I gotta reel myself back in like, like come on

My life is a fuckin rollercoaster, shit go up and down
Shit, shit go up and down, shit, shit go up and down
They tryna take the sound, they tryna take the crown
They tryna knock me down
Only want 100's around
Tell me, who is you, what's your round?
Put my foot up on the gas
Put that shit in her mouth and she gag
I just put some big racks in my bag
I might put some damn racks on your momma
Man, I promise I'm tryna be humble

Been on that shit, been on that court
I'm counting up, I'm a lil dork
She wanna ride, she wanna ride
She wanna vibe, and slide
Bitch, I'm a star
Fly through the sky, like I'm Mike
I can fly, I can fly, I can fly (Fly)