Rags to Riches
(Corey run it up)
(B-Baby make the earth quake)
Uh, Straight out the mud from rags to riches, uh
I got in my duffy I looked the left I bag the bitches
Niggas that hate me I swear they want to be me I call up my shooter we blast them niggas
Niggas they talking that talk cause I got me some racks I cant back to the trenches
You know that we shooting then don't try to guard me
He called me his brother then he tried to shot at me
I don't want to fuck so I'm telling her top me
She know that I'm pimping I feel like I'm Scottie
I put on my drip and these lil' niggas copy
I know I'm a goat I feel like somebody
I'll do it again I can't say sorry
I put on for the block I'm feeling godly
Oh, put on for the block
Straight out the mud you know that he clutching lil' bro he gone up it and he'll let it pop
I been on my grind and I been in the stu' it won't be long till I get to the top
I got a check then I went to Neiman and grabbed some Amiri's and filled them with knots
Uh, straight out the mud from rags to riches, uh
I got in my duffy I looked the left I bag the bitches
Niggas that hate me I swear they want to be me I call up my shooter we blast them niggas
Niggas they talking that talk cause I got me some racks I cant back to the trenches
(B-Baby make the earth quake)
Uh, Straight out the mud from rags to riches, uh
I got in my duffy I looked the left I bag the bitches
Niggas that hate me I swear they want to be me I call up my shooter we blast them niggas
Niggas they talking that talk cause I got me some racks I cant back to the trenches
You know that we shooting then don't try to guard me
He called me his brother then he tried to shot at me
I don't want to fuck so I'm telling her top me
She know that I'm pimping I feel like I'm Scottie
I put on my drip and these lil' niggas copy
I know I'm a goat I feel like somebody
I'll do it again I can't say sorry
I put on for the block I'm feeling godly
Oh, put on for the block
Straight out the mud you know that he clutching lil' bro he gone up it and he'll let it pop
I been on my grind and I been in the stu' it won't be long till I get to the top
I got a check then I went to Neiman and grabbed some Amiri's and filled them with knots
Uh, straight out the mud from rags to riches, uh
I got in my duffy I looked the left I bag the bitches
Niggas that hate me I swear they want to be me I call up my shooter we blast them niggas
Niggas they talking that talk cause I got me some racks I cant back to the trenches
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Pjay
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