[Intro]
Whoa, Kenny
Damn

[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n***as in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n***as got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n***as reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink

[Verse 1]
All of my killers gon' spray for me
Right or wrong, they not gon' fight at all (Bitch)
Better ask 'bout the last n***a play with me (Play with me)
We aired him out, he wasn't livin' long
I'm on the designer shit, on the designer shit (Designer)
I'm in the city gettin' hit by the finest bitch
You ain't livin' like that, you just on some rhymin' shit
Walk in with my chains and I change the climate, bitch
I'm a Rich Shoota, might spin in the Ghost
Extended my flow, bitch, I'm a GOAT (A GOAT)
I think I know why these old n***as mad
21, and I'm rich, and they startin' to get mold (Bitch)
That's not a hundred pounds, that's not a load
Where I'm from it be goin' down, you can get smoked
We slide on your block, no joke
Ride with a Glock, turn an opp ass to toast
Take his bitch to my crib and I
[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n***as in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n***as got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n***as reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink

[Verse 2]
Why you keep talkin' like that? You don't mean it
Damn, n***as hate for no reason (No reason)
24/7, that's kick door season (Kick door season)
Got bricks, I need 'em (I need it)
I got that hundred round clip, I feed it
.556 leave you not breathing
You in love with a bitch, me and A can't be dreamin'
N***as tweet on the 'net, don't say shit when they see it
Oh shit, that's 12, I'ma yam it out (Yam it out)
One trap, two bricks, them young n***as jammin' out (They jammin' out)
Three things I care about (Care about)
My sons, Rich Shootas, bitch, and that drug route
Take it to the kitchen, bust it down
Take it to the room and bust 'em down
All my guns come from Russia now (Russia)
I got custom rounds
[Chorus]
Got her legs up (Legs up), like a Tesla truck (Tesla truck)
Bitch said I fucked her bed up, uh, made her catch the nut
I got n***as in the feds but that time don't get the best of them
I gotta keep one in the head, bruh, get caught without it then you're fuckin' dead
I got the work out, I beat the block out
I had to workout, n***as got knocked out
I had that dirt, I'm talkin' 'bout dirt
Guess what, bitch? I got that drop now
Was snipin' so wrong, that's when the pockets touched down
My n***as reckless, they robbin' the trucks now
Talkin' 'bout Brinks, fuck these Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink