Lyrics
(Richxxzno)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(I'm talking about motherfuckin lifestyle)
Yeah, she calling, my phone, I'm stuck in my zone, I'm tryna' get it
Stackin' this paper get riches
We slidin' the coupe its tinted
Dime bag got new titties
Tray loads we gon' empty
Snotty got them switches, having draco and extension
Try to cross me you in trouble, run up on me Imma buss
5 shots to your face, ain't no talking or discussion
Hellcat ain't got no break, I stomp the gas and just get rushin'
I got a fine lil bitch, got a twin and they Russian (what, what?)
I walk shit, not even trying
The Glock 10, yeah, it's mine
Man, snotty beat the block down, we having cameras don't pick up the blinds
We'll talk come to the side though
We ain't spill no blood
If you see any drop then I went too full
I think my mind go
We ain't put no bone on the plate to full
All of this is my fault
Try load the shit on shit
The shit good
Like who can you trust
Just trap in the rush
You up and you bust
Ah yeah
And youngs go spin, spin
They don't give a fuck
They dump at your truck
And youngs go spin spin
Yeah, she calling, my phone, I'm stuck in my zone, I'm tryna' get it
Stackin' this paper get riches
We slidin' the coupe its tinted
Dime bag got new titties
Tray loads we gon' empty
Snotty got them switches, having draco and extension
Try to cross me you in trouble, run up on me Imma buss
5 shots to your face, ain't no talking or discussion
Hellcat ain't got no break, I stomp the gas and just get rushin'
I got a fine lil bitch, got a twin and they Russian
(What?)
(What?)
