Rhyme Rich Delinquents
Verse 1
Wealthy hooligans we the realist
Even paralyzed m*thaF*ckas say they feel us
Pulled up like Skurrrr
Yeah I got you n*gga
Act tough 9 blow like a Oprah singer
All my brothers locked and loaded
All my brothers about that dough
Like Ferg said put Em in the dirt
I Run up on ya chick and make that chick twerk
Crew love or gang bang n*gga it's the same thang
Eastside up Brownsville where I came from
Yung fly & wealthy yeah you know my gang man
Mula Wavey what the f*ck you know they names man
The way the money coming in you can keep up
My eyes kinda low I said i don't sleep much
Life is a chick you gotta keep her wet
She mess with other n***as but none of them are threats
Competition ain't none eat me like domer
Street presidential mr Obama
More money bring problems drama
Check like a long sentence commas
Chorus
All my n*ggas in the hood they about that murder
Talk sh** get fly f*ck b**hes get money
But they will murk ya
Act up if you want
All my n*ggas in the hood they about that murder
Talk sh** get fly f*ck b**hes get money
But they will murk ya
Act up if you want
N*gga you don't want know problems
N*gga you don't want know problems
Act up if you want
Verse 2
I heard them hating as n***as talking sh*t
Hold up I don't even know em
I heard them lame hoes said I'm on they click
Hold up b*tch I don't know you
Wealthy Hooligans ain't nothing to f*ck With
Guns like pre cum duck duck they bust quit
Trouble in the jungle you rumble with some animals cannibals eat the bones yeah we want more
Was past poor fast forward stamps on my past poor
Range Sport hundred on dash dream chasing speed racin
Want it all gotta be patient God is lord n*gga keep praising
Die for the cause Sky with The Lord
Gotta problem then we ride with them all
Hey d*ck riders you can swallow my balls
Happy with success but aspire for more
Swear the lime light bring hoes by dozen
New fam everybody swear they ya Cuzzin
Envy and greed just because the money
People claim they with you when they know they really wasn't
Chorus 2