RAG TO RICHES
Aye
Fear nobody it's up with whoever
It's up with whoever
I got my sweater with the beretta
Aye
Fear nobody it's up with whoever
Smoking that gas that's really some pressure
Think to myself like I gotta do better
Crazy how they change like the weather
Free my niggas out the pen man
You know how we coming (aye)(gang)
Fear nobody man it's up with who ever
I'm smoking some gas this really some pressure
Think to myself like I gotta do better
Crazy how they just change like the weather
Crazy how they just change like the weather
Niggas be light just like some feathers
Nigga will knock you out like Mayweather
Look I came from rag to riches
Now look at the bag I'm spending
Now all my new fashion dripping
Try to tell niggas to get off they ass and go get
Now I know they mad they didn't
Feeling the envy whenever I walk in the room
These niggas they act like bitches
Thirty three days and thirty three nights plus
Now I'm in my bag like Pippen
Aye Balling on these niggas like playing ina sport
One shot yungin shot full court
I score I can't be broke no more
I'm on the court I'm balling like curry
Trap on the block these peons can't hurt me
Run from the cops like I'm in a hurry
Feel like a movie when I'm on the scene
I got a bad bih off a bean
So much drip I'm looking so clean
I got a bad bih give me top
He want the beef but he just talk
I got the drip from drip from my walk
Goofy lil boy we taking his pack
Been getting money you know that's a fact
If it ain't money we ain't beefing that's facts
Don't know who to trust
Lately ive been stuck
My mind on the money I can't get enough
Go get you some lil nigga go run it up
I'm thinking all about the hunnits
I'm thinking all about the fiftys
I'm tryna eat and put on for my city
Look I came from rags to riches
Now look at the bag im spending
Now all my new fashion dripping
Try to tell niggas to get off they ass and go get it
Now I know they mad they didn't
Feeling the envy whenever I walk in the room
These niggas they act like bitches
Thirty three days and thirty three nights plus
Now I'm in my bag like Pippen
Call me randy moss ran off with your pack
Big gwuap ina gucci bag
With the guys we gone handle that
Riding round with a Ar in a Splack
It ain't really shit to get you whacked
It ain't really shit to get you whacked
Posted up on the block I need that
I stay in the pattah with hella blicks
You know its the yungin I cannot miss
You never hit no liq u just a bih
Just made a quick flip in the trenches jit
Talking about the way i flipped ya bih
We went on a liq and you shiver jit
I chilled with ya bih man she just a fish
I be with them sharks
Lil boy you a lobster
Only top shotters can be on my roster
You go on the gram u just an imposter
I'm at the cut smoking dope like a rasta
Hit his block double back and we got em
Hit his block double back and we got em
Still in the hood with a glock for a robber
I heard these young niggas
Be talking bout thugging
See them boys on the net and they clutchin
Young niggas be naked in public
Come to my hood trying to trip and its over
Smash on your bih with the stick in the sofa
Call a day and take off in a rover
Chill ya female she said she dont know you
Gang Yungin
Fear nobody it's up with whoever
It's up with whoever
I got my sweater with the beretta
Aye
Fear nobody it's up with whoever
Smoking that gas that's really some pressure
Think to myself like I gotta do better
Crazy how they change like the weather
Free my niggas out the pen man
You know how we coming (aye)(gang)
Fear nobody man it's up with who ever
I'm smoking some gas this really some pressure
Think to myself like I gotta do better
Crazy how they just change like the weather
Crazy how they just change like the weather
Niggas be light just like some feathers
Nigga will knock you out like Mayweather
Look I came from rag to riches
Now look at the bag I'm spending
Now all my new fashion dripping
Try to tell niggas to get off they ass and go get
Now I know they mad they didn't
Feeling the envy whenever I walk in the room
These niggas they act like bitches
Thirty three days and thirty three nights plus
Now I'm in my bag like Pippen
Aye Balling on these niggas like playing ina sport
One shot yungin shot full court
I score I can't be broke no more
I'm on the court I'm balling like curry
Trap on the block these peons can't hurt me
Run from the cops like I'm in a hurry
Feel like a movie when I'm on the scene
I got a bad bih off a bean
So much drip I'm looking so clean
I got a bad bih give me top
He want the beef but he just talk
I got the drip from drip from my walk
Goofy lil boy we taking his pack
Been getting money you know that's a fact
If it ain't money we ain't beefing that's facts
Don't know who to trust
Lately ive been stuck
My mind on the money I can't get enough
Go get you some lil nigga go run it up
I'm thinking all about the hunnits
I'm thinking all about the fiftys
I'm tryna eat and put on for my city
Look I came from rags to riches
Now look at the bag im spending
Now all my new fashion dripping
Try to tell niggas to get off they ass and go get it
Now I know they mad they didn't
Feeling the envy whenever I walk in the room
These niggas they act like bitches
Thirty three days and thirty three nights plus
Now I'm in my bag like Pippen
Call me randy moss ran off with your pack
Big gwuap ina gucci bag
With the guys we gone handle that
Riding round with a Ar in a Splack
It ain't really shit to get you whacked
It ain't really shit to get you whacked
Posted up on the block I need that
I stay in the pattah with hella blicks
You know its the yungin I cannot miss
You never hit no liq u just a bih
Just made a quick flip in the trenches jit
Talking about the way i flipped ya bih
We went on a liq and you shiver jit
I chilled with ya bih man she just a fish
I be with them sharks
Lil boy you a lobster
Only top shotters can be on my roster
You go on the gram u just an imposter
I'm at the cut smoking dope like a rasta
Hit his block double back and we got em
Hit his block double back and we got em
Still in the hood with a glock for a robber
I heard these young niggas
Be talking bout thugging
See them boys on the net and they clutchin
Young niggas be naked in public
Come to my hood trying to trip and its over
Smash on your bih with the stick in the sofa
Call a day and take off in a rover
Chill ya female she said she dont know you
Gang Yungin
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Writer(s): Andy Alverio
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