Rich Shit

Bitch I’m on some rich shit

Bitch I want a rich bitch

I ain’t doing basic shit no more, I’m on some rich shit

They asked me what’s my type, hm, a rich bitch

Can’t find him, fuck it, get whoever he kick it with

They stopped sending threats, ‘cause them **** know the deal is

Crashed to see LA, then I pulled up in some different shit

Your little bitch bum, need to go and get a different bitch

Nobody RIP’d off them shots, pull a different skit

What the fuck are those, you need to get some different kicks

Nobody even know what the fuck you tryna say you did

Make believe, made it up, cap, stop it

It’s time to get exposed, all these **** fake as fuck

If rap don’t rap don’t work than it’s time to hit a money truck

You can ask him or him, they both gon say I’m jointed up

Heard about you in the county jail, they said you rolled it up

I ain’t scared of shit, said fuck it I’m going all or none

Fuck is a key, bitch I’m used to pressing buttons

They said Tiny what’s your type, I said a rich bitch

Made it out the trenches but I still be on some trench shit

My Tiny tryna up the scope, they just got some new blicks

Don’t be standing at that corner ‘cause you might get killed by two kids

Young ****, hard headed, who the fuck is you is

Tryna tell me bout some shit, your scary ass ain’t never did

Mason, margelia, haters wish I never did

I done trophied up, I know these **** wish I never did

I ain’t doing basic shit no more, I’m on some rich shit

They asked me what’s my type, hm, a rich bitch

Can’t find him, fuck it, get whoever he kick it with

They stopped sending threats, ‘cause them **** know the deal is

Crashed to see LA, then I pulled up in some different shit

Your little bitch bum, need to go and get a different bitch

Nobody RIP’d off them shots, pull a different skit

What the fuck are those, you need to get some different kicks

Aye, rich ass **** always on some fly shit (fly)

Ratchet ass bitch, all she do ride dick

2010 I was having holes in sidekicks

Me and X4 trophied up, ain’t talking high smiths

Swap me and too jointed up to hit that

I could give a hundred thousand to a hitman

Snatch a chain, this **** crying to get the shit back

20 **** and 40 bitches at a kickback (It’s a kickback)

Aye, **** bragging ‘bout 10 bands this shit regular

Ksubi jeans and Purple pants, this shit regular

I don’t want to fuck I just want the head from her (Bitch)

Yeah I’m rich but I’m still getting bread from her

Five star dinner all I do is eat Ruth Chris (Five Star)

Bitch I stay designered up, its five racks for a fit

Precision with my chopper, leave him one eyes like Slick

Make a **** bitch say Lil Vada in this bitch

I ain’t doing basic shit no more, I’m on some rich shit

They asked me what’s my type, hm, a rich bitch

Can’t find him, fuck it, get whoever he kick it with

They stopped sending threats, ‘cause them **** know the deal is

Crashed to see LA, then I pulled up in some different shit

Your little bitch bum, need to go and get a different bitch

Nobody RIP’d off them shots, pull a different skit

What the fuck are those, you need to get some different kicks