trappin - richyr.i.c.h. lyrics
(verse 1: renzo)
middle of the night n-ggas still up servin’
trappin’ out the bando got a n-gga sleepwalkin’
waitin’ on bro so he can get the block poppin’
xan with the lean got a n-gga straight syrup
show you how to whip the work, watch me clock work
whip, whip, whip, now my f-ckin wrist bleedin
clean head to toe, got yo girlfriend choosin’
see a n-gga winnin, got tired of seein’ you losin
pick up the pace buddy better get to groovin
half past twelve and the fiends still movin
try to finesse the plug, haters come through like batman and robin
off with his head, my goons come through wreckin’ sh-t
legit when i step and sh-t, .50 cals, sk’s, yes night vision
pull up, sprayin’ layin’ sh-t down, always been about my chips
that’s my n-gga richy rich
mob i ain’t got time for trying to wife a b-tch
too much time chasin’ paper n-gga tryna get rich
(verse 2: richy rich)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh look
the lonely loner stoner just keeps, strollin’ through the night
‘cuz he don’t give a f-ck about his f-ckin’ life
the only thing the lonely loner just keeps thinkin’ about is
drinkin’ and leanin, sippin, that lean
and dippin’ it with that promethazine
yeah, he’s all delusional in his mind like how he think
but really he be fightin demons that are not on his side
daily, it’s so tragic
he be in delusional mind like d-mn that sh-t, is so hectic
forgetting, that he got the strength
strong as mike, lookin’ like thor with punches
uh, punchlines, i be hittin them
the stoner, that’s lonely, is back with a new piece of mind
but, he started with trap strikes
hittin the block, with crack but not rocks
he got, them free crack bars
that will keep a fan runnin’ back from mars, i mean comin’ mars
i mean comin’ back all the way from mars
i had to pause, i just noticed, i be havin’ ’em come back, to me all the way from mars
you know richy goes so f-ckin’ hard
and i be so f-ckin’ raw, i’ll eat this beat up
any beat, with no mothaf-ckin’ stall
i’m not talkin’ a bout them bathroom stalls
but speakin’ of that, i just sh-tted on them all
i be runnin’ away from, ugly booty calls
and, i ain’t with all that, ugly, faceliftin’ sh-t
that b-tch look so very uglish, fuglish, f-ck it
i like a big booty b-tch, with big t-ts
and she better not look very uglish, with her hair fallin off and sh-t
and her make-up is stuck, up all in her eyelashes
d-mn it!
that sh-t be, makin me think like them b-tches is really slackin’
and her swag be lookin all thotish
i’m talkin’ about that sweet sh-t, that them b-tches be lookin like they lacking of
(yeah)
i ain’t, really talkin’ about them bad b-tches uh, and uh, ah
it ain’t nothin’ if you ain’t really talkin, then its just rubbish
i’m talkin’ about, that real lovey dovey sh-t
‘cuz i’m all about it, but i ain’t with the sh-ts if you ain’t walkin’ wit it
yeah, ‘cuz i be walkin’ like russel simmons
i be, talkin about actually followin’ suit and doing the walkin’
the lonely loner stoner is back, and heres what hes sayin:
get money and f-ck b-tches
hoes, i came, from rags to mothaf-ckin’ riches it’s my dream and sh-t
and thats what im gonna keep proceedin
cuz i wanna come from rags to riches b-tches
its richy rich b-tch, and i’m in this f-ckin b-tch
(verse 3: renzo)
one more time
all right f-ck it
pull up, hop out the truck, glah get gunnin
errbody runnin’ f-ck n-gga sittin’ been hatin’
numba one ticket to satan
nollies ain’t no fakin
it’s k!llas in the battlefield my n-ggas in this sh-t for real
you ain’t prepared for war more then likely you’re probably gonna get k!lled
(outro: renzo)
and thats for real n-gga
its k!lla’s in this battlefield
prepare for this sh-t n-gga
i was made for this sh-t
shoutout to my o gang n-ggas
f-ck you mothf-ckas been talkin about, real sh-t
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