Yeah, yeah

(RichMade)

It's that five below shit

It's that RichMade shit

Don't come outside without your bally on

Uh huh

Check it

Yeah

I'm a good yute, but I know how to use a semi (Check)

'Cause **** too red eye

Back of the Bimmer, got a TV, it's a LI

Black AF1s when I'm feelin' like a rebel

Turned me to a Sith, I grew up tryna be a Jedi (I swear)

But I ain't finished trainin'

Had to wipe my eyes when I done it, it was rainin'

Weights that we sling, not the gym, we still gainin'

Ask me how I'm doin', I'm just pain-maintainin' (I guess)

New chromе spinners, but it's lookin' like the old onе

No safety on it, gotta fill it with the gold ones

We ain't ever ratted, we the **** who got told on

My sword big like Trunks, **** switched up like Gohan

Told my youngins chill, but they nuh easy

They just tryin' to turn you to a ghost without a ouija

**** green with envy, they Luigi

Pocket full of sweets, these ain't Haribos

Drop your map pin and we gon' fix you like Mario

This flake so good, it came from Panama

My booter give it to you from a Yamaha

Half my brothers been remanded on a hammer charge

It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle-bars

Trilly spit the real rap and outsiders can't relate

This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape (All of that)

From a town where we sold brown, eating After Eights

Where they get you broad-day, don't wait till it's after eight

My bruddah sold a lotta buj, he made the junkies happy

In the trap we call him Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Had little kids runnin' scared, but they ain't the target

Forget the soldiers, we just want the ones who planned the battery

These rappers trap rappin' never flew a sale

Talkin' jail shit and they can never do a cell

They call me Teflon, I'm firm but I'm durable

But the cartridge for this pump look like Duracells

I'm from the mob, but we don't swear you in or prick a finger

But we will get you whacked for being Little Finger

And we don't jeet each other's wives, this is loyalty

But I got some money in a pot for your lawyer fees

Pin-striped trousers with the wooden-bottom sharp toes

And I keep a sharp one, call me El Sharpo

She just want that lovin' from a gangster like Darkoo

This is narcos, bitcoin and car codes

This flake so good, it came from Panama

My booter give it to you from a Yamaha

Half my brothers been remanded on a hammer charge

It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle-bars

Trilly spit the real rap and outsiders can't relate

This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape

I'm from a town where we sold brown, eating After Eights

Where they get you broad-day, don't wait till it's after eight