Rich Talking lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
I ain't askin' you to tip your hat (Nope)
We got every weight class, come and pick your match (Come on)
b*tch got an attitude, like hold on, fix your act
How the f*ck is you a vintage pourer, never sipped no Act'?
You ain't really into fast sh*t, you never drift no 'Cat
We know that lil' Charger, better go and tint your Scat
GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back
O-double-S-L-T, on some sh*t like that
On some sh*t like that
GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back
O-double-S-L-T, on some sh*t like that
On some sh*t like that, on some sh*t like that

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Pull up in the 'Cat, they like, "Damn, I want some sh*t like that"
Gave Saks Fifth five thousand so my 'fit like that (n*gga)
I threw a switch on the Glock, that's why it spit like that
He was bein' a class clown on the 'net, the chop dismissed his ass
Forgot the Glock up at the crib, I'm finna stick his ass
My n*gga got more sh*t up out the pot than a Brillo pad
I got my sh*t and put it up, you would've spent your bag
I went to drop some sh*t for my b*tch with her expensive ass
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Better wear a helmet, cuddy hop out tryna temple tap
Lil' brodie took the robber route, he tryna bezel snatch
Pull up in that Lam' silent, masked up, Hannibal Lecter
Come and buy a 201 from us, we got scannable testers
I don't do the most UPS'ing, I'm a casual catcher
L after L, now the letter after the annual total
Scam master, I can automatic or manual socials
f*ck me up sometimes up in the head like I'm actually global
Used to barely deuce, it f*ck me up it's a six in the soda
On my lone wolf, I buckle down and trip to Minnesota
Feelin' like Lonzo on my bullsh*t
Dead guys in the fronto, why ain't the 'Wood lit?

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Draco hangin' out the poncho, on my hood sh*t
Sellin' red in Chicago on my Bull sh*t
This ain't on half a movie scene, this a full clip
n*gga, real sh*t, yeah, come on
Just got another Scat, it's a used one, though
Slide down the block by myself usin' cruise control
Glock 21, bullets lookin' like some Tootsie Rolls
I just got two offers 300K and I refused 'em both, n*gga
Ayy, who really wanna do it, though?
Shots came so fast at his ass, it confused lil' bro, n*gga
My streams a month look like computer codes
Drive T-Rex on somebody grass, lil' n*gga, we don't use the roads
I got two Glocks, but I ain't use 'em both
My sh*t keep goin' over they heads, man, I think I got a confusing flow
These n*ggas be boostin' like they put me on
I done made more money in this rap sh*t than your student loans
[Outro: BabyTron & Babyfxce E]
Feelin' like Lonzo on my bullsh*t
Dead guys in the fronto, why ain't the 'Wood lit?
Draco hangin' out the poncho, on my hood sh*t
Sellin' red in Chicago on my Bull sh*t