Rich Flex(freestyle)

I ain't even rich yet
Ion even want that hoe
Come get yo bitch back
I can still pop my shit
That's a big flex
And ain't no nigga fucking with me that's a big fact
Yeahhhh
If I give you this glock is you gone shoot sumn with it
Spin a nigga block like ah fidget
Everybody got a gun
But who gone do sumn with it
Have them shooters on yo top like a fitted

They like close yo back door fuck it leave it open
All about my bread
But I ain't never loafing
Counting all this dirty money
Ima need some lotion
She don't even know who she want
We all having motion
Play wit me I make a Nigga heart stop
Like this beat
She think that ima wife her
I know she ah freak
Had to earn my stripes like a referee
We gone take this shit to trial
We don't cop no plea
Glizzy with ah dick
And we gone add ah switch
You know Nina don't like niggas
She on that dykeing shit
Just to see my niggas on
I sacrifice for this
Know some niggas in the streets
That lost they life for this
New opp pack in the air fuck it roll it up
Up in traffic we don't ride with the windows up
Shawty wanna fuck me
She see me going up
They know that ima bomb
I'm Finna blow up

I know that you know
These Niggas and bitches
Know that I'm the one
Uno
She been driving me crazy
Trying to go half on ah baby
You can be my Bee
I'm yo Jay Z
They be showin fake love
They really hate me
Gang
Yeah
And we gone run it up
And I'm doing this shit to get ah mil
But ion think that's enough
I can get you popped just like a pill
That switch gone switch em up
All my opps be broke get hit with this
This shit gone fix him up
Yeahh
Duhhh
You lil dumb fuck
Caught one to the head and survived
That Nigga lucked up
But The last nigga that got hit up in his shhhhh
I can't say too much
And Ain't even get shit started yet
I'm just cranking up



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Writer(s): Luh Ralph
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