BIPOLAR!
Nigga get up out my way
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
And I'm going dumb now
Lame nigga wanna run now
Hood nigga going up now
I just want a bustdown
Lonely Rich wanna be up now
And I'ma get the bustdown if the pistol gotta bust now
I'll be cold down to the bone
Couple quarters on ya dome
Got my jawn she's white as snow
Something new, stack it up for the show
Oh shit, kick it into high gear, that's another level
Heavy metal rock bitch, my souls toxic
She want kids, might do splits
Call me Lonely Rich, always full of tricks
Don't you act surprised by my madness, nah
Feel like RennyUno with the matches, huh
So high, moving slow like Molasses, huh
And the shotty got twin barrels call em nostrils, aye
Keep six shots, Glocks on top
Seen you with the opps, guess plotting not enough
Evil demon kidd, yea you know I sin
I'ma fuck it up then run the beat right back again
Okay, Lonely Rich about to fuck it up
Writing in the stu while I'm sippin on a double cup
If I don't fuck with you, and there's beef I'm never letting up
All I spit is truth, sad nigga really turning up, running it up
Aye
Bitch, runnin amuck
Yuh
Bitch, tearin it up
Bitch I like to fuck
I don't wanna cuff
Might just pop a skittle
Lil baby solve the riddle
I don't wanna fiddle
Get the head and the skedaddle
Cause we real young niggas and we tote them poles
Got my Glock so close yea the strap is not for show
If I call my nigga Maxxkii we gon let a nigga know
All that flexin for the Gram gonna get yo ass smoked, God Damn
Been too clean like a parakeet
Bet that booty make me cum fast that's embarrassing
All you new rap niggas an embarrassment
Everybody wanna rap, but they barley spit
Some hoes like me cause I'm arrogant
Some try to tear me down, but they ain't tearing shit
Nigga run up on me, you gon' parish quick
We don't give a fuck about ya ring filled marriages
Bouncing out it's hammertime, button up, Caroline
Said you gonna kill me oh I guess you like to fantasize
I just caught a body got to get my hands sanitized
I was gon' school you rappers now a nigga thinking Columbine
Speaking shit into existence like a profit
Why these pussy niggas trippin' off of objects
Love is in front of you, guns is in front of you,
Drugs is in front of you, tell me which last longer
Think about it, you got a whole family that care
But after you shoot the righteous, you gotta dump it somewhere
And drugs are temporary it's only about the flare
So light that motherfucker up and puff it into the air
I ain't tripping on teaching young niggas, coach trippin' though
They said I blew up of this and
That but I'm still getting richer though
Pockets look green, yea them shits looking like Piccolo
Put your hands on my girl, then I might just have to hit a hoe, bitch
Nigga get up out my way
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
Nigga get up out my way
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
And I'm going dumb now
Lame nigga wanna run now
Hood nigga going up now
I just want a bustdown
Lonely Rich wanna be up now
And I'ma get the bustdown if the pistol gotta bust now
I'll be cold down to the bone
Couple quarters on ya dome
Got my jawn she's white as snow
Something new, stack it up for the show
Oh shit, kick it into high gear, that's another level
Heavy metal rock bitch, my souls toxic
She want kids, might do splits
Call me Lonely Rich, always full of tricks
Don't you act surprised by my madness, nah
Feel like RennyUno with the matches, huh
So high, moving slow like Molasses, huh
And the shotty got twin barrels call em nostrils, aye
Keep six shots, Glocks on top
Seen you with the opps, guess plotting not enough
Evil demon kidd, yea you know I sin
I'ma fuck it up then run the beat right back again
Okay, Lonely Rich about to fuck it up
Writing in the stu while I'm sippin on a double cup
If I don't fuck with you, and there's beef I'm never letting up
All I spit is truth, sad nigga really turning up, running it up
Aye
Bitch, runnin amuck
Yuh
Bitch, tearin it up
Bitch I like to fuck
I don't wanna cuff
Might just pop a skittle
Lil baby solve the riddle
I don't wanna fiddle
Get the head and the skedaddle
Cause we real young niggas and we tote them poles
Got my Glock so close yea the strap is not for show
If I call my nigga Maxxkii we gon let a nigga know
All that flexin for the Gram gonna get yo ass smoked, God Damn
Been too clean like a parakeet
Bet that booty make me cum fast that's embarrassing
All you new rap niggas an embarrassment
Everybody wanna rap, but they barley spit
Some hoes like me cause I'm arrogant
Some try to tear me down, but they ain't tearing shit
Nigga run up on me, you gon' parish quick
We don't give a fuck about ya ring filled marriages
Bouncing out it's hammertime, button up, Caroline
Said you gonna kill me oh I guess you like to fantasize
I just caught a body got to get my hands sanitized
I was gon' school you rappers now a nigga thinking Columbine
Speaking shit into existence like a profit
Why these pussy niggas trippin' off of objects
Love is in front of you, guns is in front of you,
Drugs is in front of you, tell me which last longer
Think about it, you got a whole family that care
But after you shoot the righteous, you gotta dump it somewhere
And drugs are temporary it's only about the flare
So light that motherfucker up and puff it into the air
I ain't tripping on teaching young niggas, coach trippin' though
They said I blew up of this and
That but I'm still getting richer though
Pockets look green, yea them shits looking like Piccolo
Put your hands on my girl, then I might just have to hit a hoe, bitch
Nigga get up out my way
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
Nigga get up out my way
Pussy nigga run my fade
And I'm reppin CMA
Crescent Moon on my face
Credits
Writer(s): Bandingo Ygne, Richard Martin Jr.
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