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Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever Nobody gon' stop shit (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit Tone, me, and RenKеn, we slidin', nigga, that's 'bout four switch We all f*cked thе same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks 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 nigga up, bitch, I would've bought a bag Your last nigga was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?" Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag Nigga say he want some smoke, f*ck 'round, leave him coughin' bad Thuggin' on the block with the older niggas, that's where I got my swag f*cked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these niggas be on some poor shit Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga, I never wrote shit Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick I ain't dappin' them niggas up, I don't even know jit f*cked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit" Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit
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