[Intro: Lonely Rich]
n*gga get up out my way
pus*y n*gga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
And I'm going dumb now
Lame n*ggas wanna run now
Hood n*gga going up now
I just want a bustdown
Lonely Rich wanna be up now
And I'ma get the bustdown if the pistol gotta bust now
I'll be cold down to the bone
Couple quarters on ya dome
Got my jawn she's white as snow
Something new, stack it up for the show
[Verse 1: Lonely Rich]
Oh sh*t, kick it into high gear, that's another level
Heavy metal rock b*tch, my souls toxic
She want kids, might do splits
Call me Lonely Rich, always full of tricks
Don't you act surprised by my madness, nah
Feel like RennyUno with the matches, huh
So high, moving slow like Molasses, huh
And the shotty got twin barrels call em nostrils, aye
Keep six shots, Glocks on top
Seen you with the opps, guess plotting not enough
Evil demon kidd, yea you know I sin
I'ma f*ck it up then run the beat right back again
Okay Lonely Rich about to f*ck it
Writing in the stu while I'm sippin on a double cup
If I don't f*ck with you, and there's beef I'm never letting up
All I spit is truth, sad n*gga really turning up, running it up
Aye
b*tch, runnin amuck
Yuh, b*tch, tearin it up
b*tch I like to f*ck
I don't wanna cuff
Might just pop a skittle
Lil baby solve the riddle
I don't wanna fiddle
Get the head and the skedaddle
Cause we real young n*ggas and we tote them poles
Got my Glock so close yea the strap is not for show
If I call my n*gga Maxxkii we gon let a n*gga know
All that flexin for the Gram gonna get yo ass smoked, God Damn
[Verse 2: Bandingo]
Been to clean like a parakeet
Bet that booty make me c*m fast that's embarrassing
All you new rap n*ggas an embarrassment
Everybody wanna rap, but they barley spit
Some hoes like me cause I'm arrogant
Some try to tear me down, but they ain't tearing sh*t
n*gga run up on me, you gon' parish quick
We don't give a f*ck about ya ring filled marriages
Bouncing out it's hammertime, button up, Caroline
Said you gonna kill me oh I guess you like to fantasize
I just caught a body got to get my hands sanitized
I was gon' school you rappers now a n*gga thinking
Columbine
Speaking sh*t into existence like a profit
Why these pus*y n*ggas trippin' off of objects
Love is in front of you, guns is in front of you, drugs is in
Front of you, tell me which last longer
Think about it, you got a whole family that care
But after you shoot the righteous, you gotta dump it
Somewhere
And drugs are temporary it's only about the flare
So light that motherf*cker up and puff it into the air
I ain't tripping on teaching young n*ggas, coach trippin' though
They said I blew up of this and that but I'm still getting richer though
Pockets look green, yea them sh*ts looking like Piccolo
Put your hands on my girl the I might just have to hit a hoe, b*tch
[Outro: Lonely Rich]
n*gga get up out my way
pus*y n*gga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
n*gga get up out my way
pus*y n*gga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face