Whipin up bricks?...yehh I do it for a check
Im rollin through yo hood throwin up my set
Young rich a** gangsta, gotta keep it trill
No snitchin so you better keep your mouth sealed
Me and Rich Kidd got one thing in common
We'll pull that choppa, 100 rounds to the stomach
Plug shippin bricks, I told'em "esse, keep it comin"
Wait pause
Now keep this track goin, on some real sh**
Workin hard in trap, gotta get rich
40 Glock, stay co*ked with a long clip
k** any niqqa, don't matter, Blood or Crip
I hear niqqas talkin bout they want beef
You wanna beef, lets beef, catch me in the streets
Every time you see me, Imma run up with the heat
Poppa cap in your throat, now you can't breath
(hook:Rich Kidd Harris)
Ayyye
n***a let me catch you in the streets
Ian never had nothing but i made ends meet
That n***a vegetarian
He don't won't no beef
n***as lame
Period
2015
I keep some jelly beans in my Billy Jeans
Ayyee
n***a wanna try to run up on me 30 n***as on the wayy
Guns all in your faccccce
And Debo will put that ruger in your facccceee
Ooooh oooh ooooh
Aaaayyyye