Rich Junkie lyrics

[Intro]
(BNoise is in his bag, ayy)
(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Look, look, I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the f*ck you thought? b*tch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, n*gga, f*ck yeah
'Cause I've been that n*gga, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that sh*t that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body

[Verse 1]
I'm in this car with 3, tryna get at somethin'
He know to drive and not to crash 'cause I'ma hit at somethin'
Bang, bang, bang, bang, back-to-back
pus*y n*ggas throwin' slangs 'til they checked
What about all that sh*t that you was talking? I'm tryna hear 'bout that
Shoot that b*tch all in his motherf*ckin' face tats, n*gga
f*ck your cliquе, y'all n*ggas pus*y, we them real gravеdiggers
Probably vibe with me if you ever see me do my f*ckin' ritual
You a body if I ever catch your pus*y ass slipping (Look)
[Chorus]
Look, look, I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the f*ck you thought? b*tch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, n*gga, f*ck yeah
'Cause I've been that n*gga, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that sh*t that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas be sayin' they sipping, they lying, I know they ain't drinkin' no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah, told me what you said
You pus*y n*ggas ain't got more riches, boy, you're left for dead
I ain't pullin' all my money out, go ask the f*cking feds

[Bridge]
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them lil'-ass twenties, n*ggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I just wanna start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, n*gga, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them lil'-ass twenties, n*ggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I just wanna start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, n*gga, for to bust something
Huh
[Interlude]
Old b*tch ass
I've been seeing
I've been seeing these b*tch-ass n*ggas talkin' 'bout, "Put it on the floor," all on, all in they pictures
b*tch-ass n*gga, it's already on head
The f*ck you talking 'bout, boy?
It's 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang

[Chorus]
I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the f*ck you thought? b*tch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, n*gga, f*ck yeah
'Cause I've been that n*gga, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that sh*t that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body