MR RECOUP Lyrics

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