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