RAHHHH (sped up) Songtext
von alt!

And here comes number 13, Mr. Alt
Coming from the three-point line right now
Oh, shit, that nigga′s dead (oh my fucking God)

He keep talkin' out his neck
He gon′ meet that fuckin' "Ah"
We gon' kick your door
One, two, three, and four
You gon′ hear that "Rahhhh"
Murder what she wrote
Saw him in the scope, I′m bouta rahhhh
Front page of the post
He ain't get a note, that nigga died
Knock up at your door


Let me in, bitch, I′m gon' need that neck
Fuck he talking for?
Stay up on that bench, don′t get pressed
I might take your ho, give and go, pass it to my left
And that fire I tote, lethal weapon
It rip through your chest

Heard she got a big ol' booty
Told that bitch to make it bounce
I′ma get up in that coochie
Kill that cat and dog her out
They gon' "ARF" when I "ARF"
'Cause they know what I′m about
Shit get wicked on this side, I suggest a different route

Fuck that nigga up
Fuck that nigga up

Steps in this bitch, break necks in this bitch
Kill tec in this bitch, shout out X in this bitch
Give a fuck about your vest, we aim for heads in this bitch
I say, "Yeah, trick, yeah"
I′m the best in this bitch