Riçh Baby’$ lyrics

[Intro]
Hrr, hrr
Band, band
Yeen talm 'bout Glocks, Yeen talm 'bout nun
pus*y, yeah
GL4, Free King30
Free King30 man, Free BJ

[Verse 1]
I up Glocks, so pus*y n*gga, this is not an epiphany
I up Drac's just to get my kick red, just like P Diddy
n*gga, he pus*y man, that n*gga stiff
Whoa pour the wock, just to get some tris
Had to cop that pus*y n*gga on a flip
Band gang got a lick for a hunnid f*ckin' bricks
Lamar Jackson with that Glock, send a f*ckin' blitz
Hm, boy steady screamin'
Hm, n*gga, I dunk like Yao Ming
Dunk my opp just like Yao Ming, hmm
Me and Kilo started juggin when we was 15
I gave that Glock super-powers just like I'm Stan Lee
Caught my opp, told 'em I'd kick sh*t with 'em, like I was Bruce Lee
Then I backdoor em, get shot in his back like Ricky
MP5 hit different, we catch a opp on the block get his ass and we get rid of em
Baby life spaz ain't no muthaf*ckin catching me with no damn pistol
We breaking bonеs, call that boy chicken little, huh
That n*gga said that they gеt money, my b*tch start to giggle (Hahaha)
He play with the mob he get ate like hot pickle
Pop out with that shank, that bit' shaped like icicle, hmm
[Verse 2]
n*gga I'm unlike typical, hmm
This 7.62, it belittle him
Band gang B he was 13 young n*gga had a stick on him
7.62 grab the muhf*ckin' gorilla glue, that muhf*cka sticking him
f*ck n*gga pop out with 4 nickle, young n*gga get right and get on him, hmm
Yeah, I'm baby life but she wan' f*ck on my dad
I fed that boy seasoning and did his ass bad
Draw down with that glizzy on him and his bit' now that n*gga just mad
My Glock name Patricia but bit' got a di*k, that hoe drag
I paint the stick white and I name that lil' muhf*cka "Chad"
He step on my opp, fight night he gon' catch a toe tag
My boy in the chain, he was goin out bad
Me and Lil velly and BJ sticked the plug up with no mask
n*gga ain't smokin on loud, it ain't making no noise
Yall n*gga want smoke with the mob, that y'all choice
Yall pull it and rip, we gon' take they roll Royce
BL with a fye man that sh*t give me joy
Kilo got different Glocks, every damn day like a toy
I was locked up for the rice street I was on point
Knife he been it, he with it, man yeah that my boy
And n*gga tryna bite our sauce, but he got soy
Hmm, Glock finna hit em this mothaf*cka poison
Baby this a rental, know this mothaf*cka stolen
If i get broke then I go kick a door in
Free King30 my mothaf*ckin brother he rollin'
GF the mob, hell nah we ain't goin'
I up the fye, freeze, n*gga he froze
Glock pull up on me, break that boy nose
Machete got Mexican heritage call this mothaf*cka cholo
On Kilo, pull up take em on that ride just like rodeo
Ill f*ck Juliet but its f*ck Romeo
Pop out with that Drac' same day I had won OVO huh, yeah
Kick that boy down like kickstand ain't talm bout kill
Ion give a f*ck his momma was mad
Call em a hippie he got kicked out the band
Still put his ass in a coma, then ran
Big ass bullets they look like ant man
Hrr, uh, let the Drac' fan, He told on me, that not my man
Hop on the beat and go stupid, retarded
Locked up with wheezy, but that sh*t not carbon
Caught that boy slippin', he was ridin' on a martyr
Ridin' with a Drac', but we could go farther
I know my daddy, but that's not my father
BabyLife sh*t with the vamps, n*gga, hm, me and Sumo postin up at the citgo
Caught that boy, trippin', we took that boy rent, owe