(Young Rich Squad)
(The Crimson Chin)
Okay, alright
Yo' yo', yo' yo', yo' yo'
Aight, yo'
My bitch is bad, but she won't stop the texting me
Act like a referee
Bitch, come have sex with me
I don't wan' fuck you unless you gon' beg for me
Let's get you tested, I can't get no STD
Met yo' bitch sister, they both be obsessed with me
Opp niggas mad I got rich and successful
They hoping and wishing the cops would arrest a G
We find ya' house and address to address it, G
Rest in piece Bank, in the bank I be flexing
Might buy me a Tesla, self driving be extra
Big Mr. Trap, they know I'm a professor
I ain't go to college, still teach you a lesson
Scale it, and flip it, I know how to stretch it
The Glock almost silent, I use the suppressor
Mail it and pile it, the shit can get violent
These bitches wilding, they know I'm a flexer
Oh, what should I drive today?
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada day
Wait, you do not Gotta hate
Why you niggas isn't proud of me? Woah
I'm on the block today
Choppas out, I got a Glock today, bow
You could get hit my nigga
So just know there isn't stopping me
My bitch pussy taste like red light sabers
Big dick fucker like a red light saber
Dark side, feeling like I'm Darth Vader
Yo', rich on my b-day
I don't do, um, um
I don't do v-day
I don't have valentines
You wanna meet me? You gotta compromise
I need some privacy
I'm in that Benzo stackin' my bands up, please don't bother me
I keep that .44 under that seat 'case they try robbing me
I told my main ho' if she love me, baby, don't lie to me
Said that she just want me for money and that's alright for me
Baby ride for me
She gon', she gon' ride with me, haha
Nod with me if you feel that rock with me
With me, with me
Need someone who'd die for me
With me, for me
With me, for me, with me yeah
Either way, you with me
Uhuh
Yeah, ayy
Throwin' Elbows in the pit, bitch, I'm feeling like Ludacris
Strapped up like velcro think I might shoot a bitch
Weenie Hut Junior, y'all pussies actin' gooberish
Bitch, I need pussy, I don't give a fuck who it is
Test my body, I'ma slide 'em like lubricant
Poptarts, toast him and who the fuck you coolin' with
Keep my dick inside your bitch, like it's rooted in
Tell 'em text back, leave 'em hanging like a crucifix
Said she want nuts, no acorns, uh
I dump my bitch then I take yours, uh
Make 'em say "Hey" to this AR, uh
Stomp 'em, we kickin' like Neymar, uh, yeah
Walk in the crib with my dick out, like what up?
Gun in his mouth, if he talk tell him shut up
I'll beat his ass when it's dark 'til the sun up
I let you crush blow my dick Hubba bubba
Talk out his neck and his cherry get popped, like a virgin
Put dick in her tummy I'm dickin' her out like a surgeon
The Full metal jacket be piercing your body I'm purging
You thought it was twitter beef cussin' and speaking in cursive
You rappers so ass, I be washin' em up like detergent
You bitches be flees jump onto the dick just like a varmint
Might just hang 10 if the pussy get wet then I'm surfin'
My bitches Goth like voodoo be playin' with curses
Fuck
Was that good enough, Joey?
No? Oh
I'm currently being held in Joey's basement right now
Eating strictly used condoms, yeah
