Shacarri Richardson
Yeah, yeah, bitch
I tell you, these fuck niggas can't fuck with me
Once again, I run this rap shit
I tell these niggas like, like Sha'Carri Richardson, I run this shit nigga
Fuck nigga
Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems
But, you ain't listening
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true
Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe
It's a two-seater, why you lying to a nigga
I don't really need you, we up in your bushes, hiding
Kel-Tec, it cut your leisure, nigga, what you been through
If you want some smoke, we can come and get you
You could never start, seen you on the bench too
If I send a hit, bet them bullets will not miss you
Bitch, I'm that nigga, counting up them figures
Got her legs everywhere you think we playing Twister
She playing my slow jams, do the Roscoe Dash with no hands
I bet he feel the flame, when it walk him, he smoke flocka
Bet he stop the talking, blessed I guess I feel like Poppa
We got hella choppas, I ain't talking helicopters
Smoking on this zaza, swing my Dreads just like a Rasta
Eating good filet mignon with shrimp and ziti pasta
Fuck the hoe one time, and then Right after I'm a block her
She think that it hurt me, I ain't tripping that I lost her
She just had my kids up in her mouth, her mouth the foster
I'ma help your arch, I might just get your perfect posture
Bitch, you ain't my ex and I don't think that you can top her
Man, I just be spitting, I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
And your favorite rapper is an actor, smack him cause he capping
Niggas said I'm talking shit, he capped cause I just do the action
Pistol packing, rack stacking, Grams and Woods we backpacking
I just carried up the game, tell me one nigga who could even stay up in my lane
Touch me choppa, touch your brain, and it leave a pretty stain
Smoking Spider-Man 3, that means I'm smoking on Mary Jane
Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems, but you ain't listening
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true
Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe
It's a two seater, why you lying to a nigga
I don't really need you, we up in your bushes hiding,
Kel-tec, it cut your leisure
I tell you, these fuck niggas can't fuck with me
Once again, I run this rap shit
I tell these niggas like, like Sha'Carri Richardson, I run this shit nigga
Fuck nigga
Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems
But, you ain't listening
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true
Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe
It's a two-seater, why you lying to a nigga
I don't really need you, we up in your bushes, hiding
Kel-Tec, it cut your leisure, nigga, what you been through
If you want some smoke, we can come and get you
You could never start, seen you on the bench too
If I send a hit, bet them bullets will not miss you
Bitch, I'm that nigga, counting up them figures
Got her legs everywhere you think we playing Twister
She playing my slow jams, do the Roscoe Dash with no hands
I bet he feel the flame, when it walk him, he smoke flocka
Bet he stop the talking, blessed I guess I feel like Poppa
We got hella choppas, I ain't talking helicopters
Smoking on this zaza, swing my Dreads just like a Rasta
Eating good filet mignon with shrimp and ziti pasta
Fuck the hoe one time, and then Right after I'm a block her
She think that it hurt me, I ain't tripping that I lost her
She just had my kids up in her mouth, her mouth the foster
I'ma help your arch, I might just get your perfect posture
Bitch, you ain't my ex and I don't think that you can top her
Man, I just be spitting, I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
And your favorite rapper is an actor, smack him cause he capping
Niggas said I'm talking shit, he capped cause I just do the action
Pistol packing, rack stacking, Grams and Woods we backpacking
I just carried up the game, tell me one nigga who could even stay up in my lane
Touch me choppa, touch your brain, and it leave a pretty stain
Smoking Spider-Man 3, that means I'm smoking on Mary Jane
Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems, but you ain't listening
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends
I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true
Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe
It's a two seater, why you lying to a nigga
I don't really need you, we up in your bushes hiding,
Kel-tec, it cut your leisure
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Writer(s): Brenden Mcgrady
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