Rich Town (feat. Money-making Rich)

All right, bet, you got your strap, we finna ride out Told the opps, stop playin' before them lil' boys crash out You can't take my cup, I'ma sip it till I pass out I gotta take the cheese and the sticks to the stash house You ain't got my cheese, I'ma f*ck around and flip Why this freaky-ass bitch always tryna suck my dick I got P's and we finna hit the road I'm out in Cali lookin' for the white boys get them gone SRT, steppin' off on the Jake's, bitch, we Gone Like, nigga, y'all can't catch us You know we up to score, these lil' niggas, they can't catch up Glock make a, nigga, quiet, you can say I shot a shut-up You be soundin' like a bitch, I couldn't tell if you was fed up Can't be nervous on a drill, grab a bottle, start the med up It get hurtful in the field, grab your pads it's , time to suit up Better hope the lo ain't far, cause that's gon' give me time to boot up I be feelin' like a butler, cause I'm always fast to suit up We the ones be havin' the news up He thinkin' cause it's 7 AM, we ain't gon' get him, the whole crew up Brodie in the front, used to this, you can tell just by he sit up Nigga, hoes they'll , send the drop and hopin' that the feds come But I'll bust a clip and make sure that they dead so they can come I got a 30 on this Glock, I'm finna make a pussy fall It's 4 AM, brown-skinned bitch, tuckin' on my drawers Cause she tryna eat the dick and lick the balls too I done fucked a nigga, bitch, I told my brothers they could call you They need that shit, set a opp up, and just to get a nigga dropped Put a bad bitch on his head and split a nigga top My young nigga out here trippin', hit a lick in Gucci socks I don't got a finger f*ck the Glock, I'm finna put a switch on it Nigga, I don't give a f*ck, I'll drop you and your big homie He in a fishbowl, I'ma f*ck around and flip a nigga whip And I'ma have my lil' brother go and take a nigga, bitch This thick bitch twerkin' to my song, I know she like my flow Nigga says on the flow so hurry and drop a low If you claimin' big fives, hurry up and drop your four Don't tell me to calm down, be ready to do the most Scared to tweak with, certain niggas, they be ready to make a post My nigga's known for towin' chops, might see a clip up out his coat Y'all be havin' big homies that make y'all scared to make a vote Y'all did everybody to the ball, that's how all my niggas gon' show it Movin' like a main character, I love to show off My bitch bad ass f*ck, her ass fat, I f*ck that pussy to it blowout Y'all hang with rap, niggas, and blame twelve and say it's forced out(that's just you) Mmm, I ain't no rapper, bitch, I'm bendin Pull up ARP, stop the whip and kill you in your misses, Tray-five, I ain't gon' lie, a nigga trigger, finger itchin Waitin' for that moment just to catch a pussy nigga slippin He can't run, he can't hide, I'ma get him All them bullets flyin' at him, I'm just fuckin' up his denim It was a closed casket, the pussy ain't seen no spittle, that Boy a middleman, I'ma leave his ass right in the middle Like where his mans at, f*ck Ron and hit him up top Give his ass a head tap Niggas cryin' on the gram, lil' nigga, wake your brother up