Every time I see my opps, I’m gon’ flip shit
In the field, John Madden, it’s a hit stick
I ain’t goin’ back broke, I do rich shit
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick
Too rich to go on drills so I send hits
If rap don’t work for me, I know how to flip bricks
I don’t fuck with nobody, I’m a misfit
I really spent like ten thousand on this fit
I ain’t gon’ lie lately I been on my Rick shit
Ain’t gotta turn the lights on ’cause my wrist lit
This ain’t no lil’ boy ice, this a big kit
My bitch came with a bitch, my Drake came with a clip
I got like a hundred thousand in Miri
Nigga, I wouldn’t let a stylist get near me
I don’t ever see my opps out ’cause they fear me
Them boys only on the ‘Gram tryin’ to DM me
I got a Palm Angel leather jacket on, nigga
I rapped about my whole outfit on a song, nigga
These ain’t no regular goggles that I got on, nigga
These chrome, nigga
I’m young but my money grown, nigga
Temper short but my money long, nigga
You ain’t no real P, you ain’t no hitter
I tell my young nigga go, he gon’ go get ’em
Put a switch on the whip, hit like four nigga
Nigga, I don’t ever trip ’cause I know killas
Nigga always talkin’ shit that don’t know Skilla
I get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla
You can only hang with me if you spin shit
Nigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit
All my money blue, all my hoes slim thick
When we spin shit, double back if we don’t hit shit
I just got rich, my old nigga been rich
Man, give that bitch to me, you ain’t gon’ spin shit
I’m a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
Dolla got a road down the way, he let me send shit
Peace to the guys, I got shot one time and three nigga died
I cut everybody off, they keep bein’ odd
Some shit I just really leave up to God
I’m tryin’ to catch a hat and you can see it in my eyes
I’m the truth, nigga, these nigga lyin’
If I ain’t on they ass, why these nigga dyin’?
If I ain’t on they ass, why these nigga cryin’?
If I ain’t on they ass, why these nigga hidin’?
If I ain’t on they ass, why my nigga slidin’?
My nigga slide by himself, he shootin’ and drivin’
Nigga don’t talk shit to me, only fake pages
I let my lil’ nigga slide ’cause they dangerous
I don’t tell my nigga stay safe, I say stay dangerous
Rich as fuck, nigga, wish me luck, nigga
Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga
And fuck the dead opps, dig ’em up, nigga
Gang
Don’t respect no new opps, they just fake threats
I just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck
Standin ‘over him like nigga, take that, take that
Lil’ bro the hottest in the city, they ain’t even seen his face yet
‘Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast off
Got a contract with my killas so I keep some cash tucked
Couple opps been goin’ missin’, I think they got bad luck
And it ain’t no competition, nigga, they can’t pass us
Back ends, dog shit, new switches make ’em fall quick
We gon’ run this ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit
If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon’ all blitz
Forty ringin’, he got Facetime, they wish that call missed
From Chi-raq like I’m Sosa, I’m who these bitches love
Got blicks on us, mean muggin’ while we in the club
He think he steppin’ how we thuggin’, we gon’ give him slugs
Bitch, I’m a gangsta like my cousin, it’s just in the blood, bitch
Every time I see my opps, I’m gon’ flip shit
In the field, John Madden, it’s a hit stick
I ain’t goin’ back broke, I do rich shit
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick
Too rich to go on drills so I send hits
If rap don’t work for me, I know how to flip bricks
I don’t fuck with nobody, I’m a misfit
I really spent like ten thousand on this fit
