I was broke, right with Foe I got rich, right with Foe
Brown seats with cream in it Sittin' in a root beer float
Rick Mask on my face Think I'm tryna rob the folks
I seen the juice documentary I never wanna perk
Instagram captions za smoke Turned him to a ghost
Three hoes stalk my page Gotta be careful what I post
Very rare to see me in the same drip Say it's old
Very clumsy, quit the dropper b*#%, please play role
Bossa nova curbside I eating shrimp on the road
Maybach Massage my back And my hips to the floor
I'm the type to promote the peace nd tell my brothers go spend
I done lost it all and got it back off five bands
The hoes used to laugh at me And carve me bags for pics
She keeps saying I love your Vans She not knowing them them ricks
My lil' brother he can't spell But those switchies on shit
I be rich before rap Ain't no cappin' in this shit
Huh, remember I ain't used to having Nah, I got it
Reaper shaking shit down Capital one, what's in your wallet
Niggas snitching man, this shit getting out of pocket
I got my nick in the Stu , I'm out here wildin
We finna slide, baby demon Got the K in shit
2-6 jam, last drill I had to trade that bitch
We hop out niggas' brakes So you know we gotta chase this shit
SID Popped him some on camera Tryna see who got the tape and shit
Drop top foreign , nigga that's AntiMed for sure
Posted up in the hood But niggas claiming that it's funk
Pop a 30, get me right It's fully chopped, it's in the coat
RGM come correct They coppin' please in the phone
Caught a blitz on a play Cause his wrist was on froze
Push up on some anti shit And I bet you get smoked
Roll a new opp-Pack Wassaname Don't get me high
Sports button in this coupe I can make this bitch fly
Lul Doody - Who's the crunkest (feat. DaDa68x & Big Med) Lyrics
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I was broke, right with Foe I got rich, right with Foe
Brown seats with cream in it Sittin' in a root beer float
Rick Mask on my face Think I'm tryna rob the folks
I seen the juice documentary I never wanna perk
Instagram captions za smoke Turned him to a ghost
Three hoes stalk my page Gotta be careful what I post
Very rare to see me in the same drip Say it's old
Very clumsy, quit the dropper b*#%, please play role
Bossa nova curbside I eating shrimp on the road
Maybach Massage my back And my hips to the floor
I'm the type to promote the peace nd tell my brothers go spend
I done lost it all and got it back off five bands
The hoes used to laugh at me And carve me bags for pics
She keeps saying I love your Vans She not knowing them them ricks
My lil' brother he can't spell But those switchies on shit
I be rich before rap Ain't no cappin' in this shit
Huh, remember I ain't used to having Nah, I got it
Reaper shaking shit down Capital one, what's in your wallet
Niggas snitching man, this shit getting out of pocket
I got my nick in the Stu , I'm out here wildin
We finna slide, baby demon Got the K in shit
2-6 jam, last drill I had to trade that bitch
We hop out niggas' brakes So you know we gotta chase this shit
SID Popped him some on camera Tryna see who got the tape and shit
Drop top foreign , nigga that's AntiMed for sure
Posted up in the hood But niggas claiming that it's funk
Pop a 30, get me right It's fully chopped, it's in the coat
RGM come correct They coppin' please in the phone
Caught a blitz on a play Cause his wrist was on froze
Push up on some anti shit And I bet you get smoked
Roll a new opp-Pack Wassaname Don't get me high
Sports button in this coupe I can make this bitch fly
Brown seats with cream in it Sittin' in a root beer float
Rick Mask on my face Think I'm tryna rob the folks
I seen the juice documentary I never wanna perk
Instagram captions za smoke Turned him to a ghost
Three hoes stalk my page Gotta be careful what I post
Very rare to see me in the same drip Say it's old
Very clumsy, quit the dropper b*#%, please play role
Bossa nova curbside I eating shrimp on the road
Maybach Massage my back And my hips to the floor
I'm the type to promote the peace nd tell my brothers go spend
I done lost it all and got it back off five bands
The hoes used to laugh at me And carve me bags for pics
She keeps saying I love your Vans She not knowing them them ricks
My lil' brother he can't spell But those switchies on shit
I be rich before rap Ain't no cappin' in this shit
Huh, remember I ain't used to having Nah, I got it
Reaper shaking shit down Capital one, what's in your wallet
Niggas snitching man, this shit getting out of pocket
I got my nick in the Stu , I'm out here wildin
We finna slide, baby demon Got the K in shit
2-6 jam, last drill I had to trade that bitch
We hop out niggas' brakes So you know we gotta chase this shit
SID Popped him some on camera Tryna see who got the tape and shit
Drop top foreign , nigga that's AntiMed for sure
Posted up in the hood But niggas claiming that it's funk
Pop a 30, get me right It's fully chopped, it's in the coat
RGM come correct They coppin' please in the phone
Caught a blitz on a play Cause his wrist was on froze
Push up on some anti shit And I bet you get smoked
Roll a new opp-Pack Wassaname Don't get me high
Sports button in this coupe I can make this bitch fly
Writer: DaDa 68x, Big Med, Lul Doody
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid