Kash Doll and Icewear Vezzo - RNQ

Real nigga question
Who's painting the city from the East to the West like us
Kash Doll, Vezzo, Dram (KD)

Think I got Tourette's 'cause I keep screaming out, "I'm rich"
Hope nobody broke heard me, I prolly got 'em pissed
I'm rollin' with a sixty in all blues like I'm Crippin'
No Ralph Lauren, but this Burberry say London on my fit (dramatic)

I hate to tell y'all
But I think I got at least a good 'nother twenty years
Of me talkin' that shit on these tapes
And some of y'all keep askin' why?
Why not? (KD)

Think I got Tourette's 'cause I keep screaming out, "I'm rich"
Hope nobody broke heard me, I prolly got 'em pissed
I'm rollin' with a sixty in all blues like I'm Crippin'
No Ralph Lauren, but this Burberry say London on my fit

VVs look like LEDs, they' sayin' I look plugged
You dressin' for a interview, bro, why you got it tucked?
I ain't pimp my ride, I got a closet in my truck
Bitch, I ride around in Hot Wheels Garage, Toys 'R' Us
I should put the booth inside a jet and talk this fly shit
Any bitch that touch me, it's gon' turn into a mosh pit
Niggas send DMs that say they up, but they ain't got shit
You ain't special, boy, I got celebs on my block list

How I'm gon' stop spendin' doll shit when it keep comin'?
When my son was born inside, the savings was a hunnid
They said I gained some weight, it's steak and lobsters in my stomach
I been grindin' all winter, so I'm shining all summer
How you had a run and couldn't keep shit up and runnin'? (Skrrt)
I just wanna know, I got some real nigga questions
In thirty-something years, how you ain't see no real money? (KD, I'm comin')
I could see it in your eyes and tell you never had nothin', nigga

AP, Rollie, necklace and my wrist look like a Voss water
Pull up with two-fifty in this bitch, I'm trynna toss something
Disrespect the Cullin', I pay cash which I could walk on it (yeah)
We spin niggas' blocks, flip everything, look like I lost somethin', huh
I can't buy no Benz' from lil' cuz 'cause they got 'Nal in 'em (that's Fetty)
Got it out the mud, ain't got no plug, I robbed all of 'em (ha)
Spent a half a ticket on a new Ghost to see the stars comin' (for real)
Bitch, see all this ice, I wanna fuck, I want the draws from her
Sick minds be teaming up, Rollie bussin', give it up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pop a Perc, I'm geekin' up, take his work, don't feed him nothin' (yeah, yeah, pussy)
I hit pints and make music, broke in home, gon' freeze 'em up
Oh, he told, they freed him up (he told)
Up that score, we 3 and 0, nigga (on God)

How you had a run and couldn't keep shit up and runnin'?
I just wanna know, I got some real nigga questions
In thirty-something years, how you ain't see no real money?
I could see it in your eyes and tell you never had nothin', nigga
How I'm gon' stop spendin' doll shit when it keep comin'?
When my son was born inside, the savings was a hunnid
They said I gained some weight, it's steak and lobsters in my stomach
I been grindin' all winter, so I'm shinin' all summer (Gangsta Grizzillz)

Grindin' all winter, shinin' all summer
Real nigga questions
Would you expect anything less?

Written by:
Arkeisha Knight, Chivez Smith, Christian Hoskins, David Jackson, Joseph Robinson

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