Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Meiners
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bugg
Producer
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer
Texty
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
You know how many funerals it was in the 'Raq last year? You couldn't imagine it
I used to sleep on pallets, that's no bap, one day, got rich off rappin'
Straight-eight, swervin' in traffic, that was before the deal, me and lil' cuz ProPadded it
All bad hoes, I smash 'em, come outside with your jewelry tucked, bronem snatch shit
I'm so rich right now, this shit is a blessin', I take care of mama and daddy
I'm so rich right now, this shit is a blessin', I take care of all my siblings
I'm so rich right now, shit got me mad, my grandma couldn't even see this shit
I'm so rich right now 'cause I'm Freddy crazy, come on, bro, you know I bleed this (I bleed this)
Bronem ain't got no defense, I manifest and dreamed this
My dreams, of course I'm livin' 'em
You talkin' crazy, I hope you bulletproof
Word around town, we so slimy, you ain't just gang, so I'll probably shoot at you
Uh, bank account goin' through the roof, I already got three, need a lil' more room though
Uh, fucked her with a Bathh T-shirt on, dippin' and dippin', I gave her a tombstone (Bathh, Bathh)
What you mean? Boy, I just killed it, after I hit it from the side, she can't take it for too long
Uh, me and bro back-to-back, we racin', I'm in the Hell thing, gettin' that vroom-vroom
Uh, I'm a rich maniac for sure, but I tatted my face, now they thinkin' I'm too gone
Give me everything, bitch, don't move wrong, that's what we on every day on Tuesday
Pack the whip, hit the road on Wednesday
Two hundred up, 12 o'clock on Thursday
When the cop car come, we burn 'em
I ain't fuck her, no bap, her shit stink
Tryna text back, now I'm swervin'
Look what you did, made me fuck up the rim paint (Skrrt)
Ayy, I'm really rich, yay (Ayy)
He mad I fucked his bitch, ayy
He told, he Master Splint', ayy
Uh, 10 mil' clean shit like dishes
I spilled Tris stain on my denims
.223s spread like venom
Uh, we all pits, money sic us
Uh, duffel bags, we gon' get 'em
Ambulance, they gon' get 'em
He run, I chase, gon' get right with you (Get right with you)
DOA, what the fuck is a 'spital? (A 'spital)
Got fans and opps, gotta watch my rearview
I don't fuck with Percs, I watched bro throw one back and it fuck up his mental
But I don't judge him, I already know how it go, broski, I stood over a vic' too
I don't go through pain, so I talk on beats and I go get tattoos
To all these **** thinkin' it's a race, boy, if it's race, then I'm lookin' past you (I'm lookin' past you)
In L.A. sippin' on some drank, talkin' to Juice WRLD, my crib got a statue of him (My crib got a statue of him)
All these girls are the same, ain't know what he mean, but I know what he mean now (I know what he mean)
Go to the 'Raq once in a while, ain't gotta stay there, that's how you get squeezed down (Bah, bah)
Post tagged when I land in the 'Raq, still glide the bity, 10 mil' knock trees down
All the shorties comin' up in the 'Raq, I can damn near merch it, they wanna be me now
I ain't even buyin' no VVs, I'ma cop a plain jane, my shit still freeze as hell
Free Smurk, bro gotta get freed now
"FREE SMURK" do a million in a week now
Police keep tryna keep me down
Long live George, I can't breathe now
I smoked too much of the za, can't do KDs, I need three pounds
You weren't in that car dumpin' rounds, you can't hang with us, fuck from 'round (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
When grown men try Twitter beef, I say, "I'm a rich fuckin' child"
When that shit sink in they head, all that loud shit, they calm it down
Long rifle with a hundred-round mag, let a **** act crazy, gun 'em down
I got kicked out of my high school, let a **** act crazy, punch 'em down
Never really got into a blick-out, every time I slid, we threw 'em down
Hell nah, he ain't really no gang member, he just around 'cause he movin' pounds
GLE, one with a ho, just to keep shit cool, that Trackhawk too loud
Bloodbathh givin' out free smoke, hit a **** block quick, that Blackout too loud (Bah, bah)
Written by: Charles Davis, David Meiners