Rich Youngin'

I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Imma
Imma
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
People fake flexin, yo persona isn't real
Keep a Smith and Wesson, if yo spare ain't to skill
Bruce lee and Jet li, hit you with the 2 piece
Mac is the front kick and Tec got the leg sweep
If you ain't with me you standing against me
You ain't my slime, not my brother or homie

Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills

Head get exploaded, hope that you know it
When I rap this verse, the trap sing like churches
They hit the reverse, and pray for more verses
I charge bouta thou, I know that you know this
Know that you know this, hope that you notice
Potential to blow, but you gotta stay focused
I speak like a youngin, but learn from the oldest
I'm father of time, cause the ap the coldest

Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills
Hottest in the ville but my ice gave me chills
I'm a rich youngin see the vvs on my grills

Keep a Smith and Wesson if yo
Keep a Smith and Wesson if yo



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Writer(s): Mateo Markham
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