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Whoa, Kenny Damn Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck) Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut I got niggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead I got the work out, I beat the block out I had to workout, niggas got knocked out I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down My niggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink All of my killers gon' spray for me Right or wrong, they not gon' fight at all (Bitch) Better ask 'bout the last nigga play with me (Play with me) We aired him out, he wasn't livin' long I'm on the designer shit, on the designer shit (Designer) I'm in the city gettin' hit by the finest bitch You ain't livin' like that, you just on some rhymin' shit Walk in with my chains and I change the climate, bitch I'm a Rich Shoota, might spin in the Ghost Extended my flow, bitch, I'm a GOAT (A GOAT) SongtexteI think I know why these old niggas mad 21, and I'm rich, and they startin' to get mold (Bitch) That's not a hundred pounds, that's not a load Where I'm from it be goin' down, you can get smoked We slide on your block, no joke Ride with a Glock, turn an opp ass to toast Take his bitch to my crib and I Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck) Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut I got niggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead I got the work out, I beat the block out I had to workout, niggas got knocked out I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down My niggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink Why you keep talkin' like that? You don't mean it Damn, niggas hate for no reason (No reason) 24/7, that's kick door season (Kick door season) Got bricks, I need 'em (I need it) I got that hundred round clip, I feed it .556 leave you not breathing You in love with a bitch, me and A can't be dreamin' Niggas tweet on the 'net, don't say shit when they see it Oh shit, that's 12, I'ma yam it out (Yam it out) One trap, two bricks, them young niggas jammin' out (They jammin' out) Three things I care about (Care about) My sons, Rich Shootas, bitch, and that drug route Take it to the kitchen, bust it down Take it to the room and bust 'em down All my guns come from Russia now (Russia) I got custom rounds Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck) Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut I got niggas in the feds but that time don't get the best of them I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead I got the work out, I beat the block out I had to workout, niggas got knocked out I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down My niggas reckless, they robbin' the trucks now Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink Aus Songtexte Mania