You know
Young Rich
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though huh
Hey
Raindrops, drop tops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get you
Cry me a river give you a tissue
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
Offset woah, woah woah, woah woah
Rackings on rackings got backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe
I take your right from you
I'm a dog, woof
Beat the ho walls loose
Hop in the frog, woah
I tell hey that to come for me
I swear these is under me
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me
Bankrolls on me keep me company
Hey
We did the most, most yeah
Pull up in ghosts
My diamonds a choker holdin' the fire with no holster
Rick The ruler diamonds cooler
This a Rollie not a Mueller
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual magic with the brick do voodoo
Court side with a bad then I send the through Uber
I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee
I'm not stupid so
I keep the uzi
Rackings on rackings got backends on backends
So my money makin' my back ache
You got a low Act' rate
We from the Nawf yeah dat way
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray
Two, just national smash day
Hop in the Lamb' have a drag race
I let them birds take a bath bae
Hey
Raindrops, drop tops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Coockin' on your
She a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get you
Cry me a river give you a tissue
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
Pour a four
I'm droppin' muddy outer space
KiD CuDi
Introduce me to your wifey and we know she sluttin'
Broke a brick down nutty buddy now that duckin'
Don't move too fast
I might shoot you
Draco bad and boujee
I'm always hangin' with shooters
Might be posted somewhere secluded
Still be playin' with pots and pans
Call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack call me Boobie
When I'm on stage show me boobies
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest
Hop out the suicide with the uzi
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler
I'm cookin', I'm cookin'
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up
I gave her ten racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up
These they and and they bustin' for Instagram get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way float on the track like a segway
Yeah, dat way
I used to trap by the subway
Yeah dat way
Young trap with the AK
Yeah dat way
Big dyke ho get it on
Macy Gray
Raindrops drop tops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
On your she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get you
Cry me a river give you a tissue
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
Glah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My she bad to the bone
Wait, these watchin' I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows
Switchin' my flows like my clothes
Keep on shootin' that gun don't reload
Oh, oh, now she won't with my crew
'Cos the money come all out the roof
Drive the 'Rari, that got no roof
Wait
What kind of 'Rari?
Four fifty eight
All of these they hate
Try to hide shoot through the gate
Look
Go to the strip club make it rain
So much money they use rakes
Count a hundred thousand in your face
Yeah they put three hundred right in the safe
Met her today
She talk to me like she knew me
Go to sleep in a ja'coszi wakin' up right to a two piece
Countin' that paper like loose leaf
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese
Boy you so fake like my collar you snakin'
I swear to God that be that Gucci
And you know we winnin' yeah
We is not losin'
Try to play your song it ain't move me
Saw your girl once now she, yeah
Raindrops drop tops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bicth she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get you
Cry me a river give you a tissue
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi
My is savage, ruthless
We got thirty's and hundred rounds too
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