BLOCKSTAR TF - The Richest

Uh yea
I could give you 50 shots,
Just take it to your head boy
And if you think
About snatchin' chains,
, You a dead boy
End up on the slab your fuckin' Brain up on the curb boy
Talking about playin' with Switches, boy,
You a nerd, boy
Caring too much money,
They probably think
That I'm a fat boy
Too many bricks,
I just filled the trap
With that gas, boy
Gas pack, that's that
Pack smell like
Some boy
Wake up in the morning,
Count the bread,
Throw it in that trash bag
I don't like that old money,
I like that new money,
That's blues, boy
You're dumb as ,
She a duck,
You a boy
And she sucking,
She the one you want,
And she swallow nut
And she kiss on your mouth,
And you really don't
Give no, boy
And she love smokin' weed,
That ain't nun
But a drugie
It ain't Halloween that been Passed, I'm the one
Gon' ghost
And you talkin' about
That you love her,
She ain't nothin' but a
side
And if you catch me on
The road, you want that
Gas pack, get your five more
We ain't never trap,we
Be servin' right
Outside the store
They probably think we goin'
Fed the way we sending
Head taps
Head ballin',
killin', watch they body drop
Two, two, threes, five,
Five, sixes, watch his
Body rock
We get the spraying,
Make a dance,
Run up out his socks
Fat,
I like skinny ,
I like thick bitches
I like the one who make
That ass clap when
They doin' the dishes
Bad body,
Always tryna talk
When she built
Like an air condition
And I ain't even
With the,
That's the one who be
Too fishy
Took the up in
The seafood boil,
I hate nasty
I can catch a lurkin',
I think I got tunnel vision
I feel like Aaron Rodgers,
The way I'm out here
Just throwin'
I don't trust no
And I don't love her,
She too picky
I just pulled up
Off the lot,
I just spent a hundred K
If your bank nasty,
You can do a
Hundred things
If your bank got bread
In it, you can spend
Five hundred K
I just went the
Johnny Dang,
Spend some on my
fuckin' chain
Once you got that bread,
Wanna give
You fuckin' brain
I swear to God,
I don't love the hoe,
Treat her like my chain
Every chain I buy,
Swear to God,
I just exchange
I'm up on the highway
In a Vette,
taking two lanes

Written by:
Marrion Rose

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