Ayy, Rich
Man, what you on, nigga?
Go, go
Stand over a nigga with that glizzy, watch me make it quick
Better watch your mouth to fix your fate before we take your shit
Money on my body, I got diamonds, I got paper wrist
Got be twenty-two on every shoe, you need K for this (Grrah)
Go get you some paper 'fore you ask what I pay for this (Pay for this)
I swear that my old music killin' your latest shit (Your latest shit)
Call me Curtis Blow Junior, I'm quick to break a bitch (Break a bitch)
I can't tell you everything we do 'cause that's mob business (That's mob business)
I just copped a C8 on my G8 to slide in it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I like all my cups just like my pape' with a line in it (With a line in it)
I can't beef with buddy, he ain't thuggi'n, he cryin' witness
I got VVS's on my neck 'cause they shine different (Yeah, they shine)
We put on mean coats up in the summer, huh
Plexin in that Hummer
Hundred thousand in the trenches, I'm a trill motherfucker
He ain't never cut no pies, he ain't never held no beam
All my clothes got Perry Vi commuted here on Evergreen
I'll take your bitch and show her shit that she ain't never seen
I'll take a knee to blow this bitch and then I'll let it ring, huh
Like, will you marry me? If you don't, then I'm upset
Could've bought a Lamb' truck, fuck it, shit, I want a 'Vette (Skrrt)
I done took that beam up out that chopper, that's just for respect
I was out there trappin' with that zaza and a Nike tech
If you want a feat', don't send no beat until you write a check
Niggas hate on me, ain't got no cheese, what type of life is that?
Huh, we take 12 on chases (Go)
Do the digi' in this bitch, feel like I'm in the Matrix (Skrrt, skrrt)
These niggas wearin' Nike Dunn, these niggas hella basic
I played Dior, B22, the one with yellow lace
I could've got them big red boots, but I don't like them hoes without amps
How the fuck I'm 'posed to serve a pack? Or I'm gon' walk him down
I done put my city on my back and I'm a target now
I done put my city on my back, I'm fifty feet above 'em
Bitch, if I was Cain, I would've been killed, all Deleze cousin (I would've been)
Niggas talkin' gangster on the 'net and ain't even thuggin' (Ain't even thuggin')
I don't fuck with 12, my partners smoke more Runtz just like they Ja (Like they Ja)
I was sprayin' red, I made it off the notch just like I'm Josh (Like I'm Josh)
Stand over a nigga with that glizzy, watch me make it quick
Better watch your mouth to fix your fate before we take your shit
Money on my body, I got diamonds, I got paper wrist
Got be twenty-two on every shoe, you need K for this (Grrah)
Go get you some paper 'fore you ask what I pay for this (Pay for this)
I swear that my old music killin' your latest shit (Latest shit)
Call me Curtis Blow Junior, I'm quick to break a bitch (Break a bitch)
I can't tell you everything we do 'cause that's mob business (That's mob business)
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