The RFC Wolf Pack's in here I throw my action in the air Fuck around an inch around I only see competition when I'm looking in the mirror Sipping sangria, foams like icy veneers Niggas don't wanna shoot the fair
We jump niggas anyway, my niggas don't care Jack knife like daddy pole All the way turned up action brutes Run around like radicals, run through your spot uninvited, like animals Gold on my strap, ambush, RFC on your back
Fuck, boys get crucified Survey says one more for the cool gods And the survey says one more for the cool gods One more for the cool gods
You can never be too fly One more for the cool gods One more for the cool gods One more for the cool gods You can never be too fly One more for the cool gods
