(in female voice) "We love you Richie"

*clears throat*

Straight out the race
Pick up the pace
You know race
Paki the race
Keep up my pace
Ain't takin on a date
Dont gimmie hate
Finna go to the cape
No I don't vape
Wait?

"Ayo gimme that shit Hunan"

My vision is blurry
My cup its a double
Give dick in a hurry
You know I won't fumble
Im poppin these perkys you don't know the struggle
My homie he kicked out the house he in trouble
So watch out I'll hit you go down and you'll crumble
Yo put me on repeat, No fuck it just shuffle
Hit licks for your cheese and we stuff em in duffles

Aye

That bitch holding down, just steady to compete
I'm making decisions perkys or the lean
I sip till I throw up "Fuck I might be green

Ya

Got the VLone on my back
My diamonds they attack
All these bitches callin me they texting "Wya?"
Hoe listen
"I done fuck wit you back then it been a minute"
Whole squad cookie up you know this shit illicit
Tweakin all day, and I'm always reminiscing
Bitch you want the dick? "Wait in line and grab a ticket"
Got yo bitch up on my dick and then she spin it like a fidget
Get the fuck up off my dick you pussy imma make you quit it

Uh, Uh

I say
Pass it to Big Cock Wyllie in this bitch
I just got out my Lamborghini, bitch

Uh, Yea

Hollywood hills, bitch

Uhh

Yuh

Me and my bruddas

Uh, Uh

Cruising down the street, in my '64
Boutta slap yo mom's ass, lil hoe

Uh

Yo mom is in my bathroom

Uh

Yeah, she's shittin bricks
All day, long (as) I gave her some, Chipotle
She can't stop shittin her brains out, no
She shittin in the toilet
I said bitch
"You better clean up"
So I could eat your ass, BITCH

Uh, Yuh

That's what I like to see baby
Lil Richie on the beat hoe
(In female voice)"We love you Richie"

Aye, aye, aye

Straight out the race
Pick up the pace
You know race
Paki the race
Keep up my pace
Ain't takin on a date
Dont gimmie hate
Finna go to the cape
No I don't vape
Wait?
FTC on the track n***a
You know how it go bit'


Uh, Big Cock Wyllie back on
"Fuck is goin on in here Rich?"
Come on now
Gettin dis money
Shit ain't funny
Momma at my house sayin "I'm home honey"
Like Dweer in this bitch
Drinkin up bang
Comin' from Holyoke and ya'll can't hang
South born and raised
Confederate flag
Raised in the church
God hates fags

(Fahad Interlude)