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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga, Richey
Man, I pop my sh*t and I do whatever
Nobody gon' stop sh*t
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe, baow)

[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up b*tch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my b*tch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two b*tches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know sh*t
I ain't even sold sh*t, I ain't sold no bricks
My b*tch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no b*tch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho sh*t

[Verse 1]
Tone, me, and RenKеn, we slidin', n*gga, that's 'bout four switch
We all f*cked thе same b*tch, she done took 'bout four di*ks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no mix
Had a mission set up by the club, I'm lookin' like, "Where my ho went?"
Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should've blocked your ass
Set a rich n*gga up, b*tch, I would've bought a bag
Your last n*gga was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash
Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"
n*gga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag
n*gga say he want some smoke, f*ck 'round, leave him coughin' bad
Thuggin' on the block with the older n*ggas, that's where I got my swag
f*cked her at my mama house, that's why the b*tch just walked out fast
[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up b*tch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my b*tch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two b*tches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know sh*t
I ain't even sold sh*t, I ain't sold no bricks
My b*tch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no b*tch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho sh*t

[Verse 2]
Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these n*ggas be on some poor sh*t
Freestyle all my sh*t in the booth, n*gga, I never wrote sh*t
Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post sh*t
I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more sh*t
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick
I ain't dappin' them n*ggas up, I don't even know jit
f*cked a b*tch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 sh*t"
Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked

[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up b*tch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my b*tch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two b*tches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know sh*t
I ain't even sold sh*t, I ain't sold no bricks
My b*tch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no b*tch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho sh*t