Militant

Ayy, Rich
Casa blanca, nigga, three thirty three
You know what the fuck's going on, man
Ayy, look, ayy, look, ayy, look

Got to move militant, I know they're watching
It's nice to meet you and make me an offer
I got a bitch that I still love in Austin
San Antone Texas got motion in Houston
Shout out to Dallas, they're playing my music
I'm in LA in the hills with a uzi
Up in Chicago they love me like Reese
Worldstar baby, you know it's Rich Greedy
I took my chances, they thought it was over
I'm out the hood like a motherfucking motor
Down in the Cassies they give me my roses
I had to show them 'cause nobody showed them
Brand new deposit, I need what you owe me
I left my bitch 'cause she tried to control me
Five-star dinner, I don't eat bologna
Look at these racks that I got off a show
Big-ass Glock when I stand on the stage
I told my brother we blow any day
Just keep them coming, that boy got the wave
I'm popping trunk at the Fred's fish fillet
Nobody do it like Richard, I promise
Distro just called said they need a new album
Who is this guy? Where the fuck did you find him?
Album just dropped and this is just a reminder

Fuck all these labels, they're still trying to sign
I'm with your bitch getting head and vagina
Babe it's Rich Greedy, you know where to find me
San Antone Texas with snakes and Piranhas
Heard he was dissing, we hit up his momma
I got the drop, it ain't nothing to find ya
You should've known, bitch, I came up with violence
I know he's mad I took off like a pilot
Bitch can you hear me now just like Verizon
I'm running this shit till I'm done and I'm tired
I ain't out of breath yet, I still got some miles
And shout out to Tidal but I got the title
My name should be Dwayne like the rock 'cause I'm solid
Shout out to Spooky and Rest In Peace Projek
My cousin ain't die from no fucking gun violence
Ain't nobody take him tell Jason I got him



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Writer(s): Tb Robby
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