Yah
Young rich ni**a
Migos in the building
Young rich ni**a sh*t man
F**k wrong with these niggas man
Go
Yo' b**ch wanna f**k the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them niggas hating on your boy
Bow bow gruow gruow
We got body parts
Young rich ni**a tryna see a milli
I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket
I know niggas that remix re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president Richard Nixon
Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting
Young rich ni**a
I'm walking around with the rocket
I ain't seen you in two years so how I f**k with you
I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you
I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch big blocks
Remember me hitting the juugs and licks and ducking and dodging the cops
I feel like 2Pac it's me against the world and I can't be stopped
Just me in the drop came from holes in my sock and now I got guap
(Hook)
Gruow gruow gruow we got body parts
I don't need no body guard I just use my face card
In the kitchen frying fishes got to come with tartar sauce
Call me Pastor Takeoff healing niggas Peter Popoff
I'm A1 ni**a no stakes off
Baking the birdies I'm having a bake-off
Extorting these niggas and money they pay off
These niggas got work but ain't working they late off
I hop out the Porsche like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
A living legend Ronald McDonald
My wrist terminator but I am no Arnold
Football Xans I call 'em Hey Arnold
(Hook)
F**k ni**a talking hit 'em with extensions
Throw 'em in the river now the ni**a missing
F**k ni**a tripping Im payin attention
I hit em with semi's he don't even see it
If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent
Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses
Everybody get it even civilians
The only people that I spare is the children
I'm sending you niggas take away your body parts
Karate chop that ni**a like it's martial-arts
Shot that ni**a left 'em at the park
Put the p**sy ni**a on a milk carton
My choppa banana-clipped got a knife
Don't roll the dice ni**a you risk your life
I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site
I throw him the bullet he catch it like Jerry Rice
Ugh f**k a b**ch cause it's Thug Life
Smoking good cause my plug right
200k sold on my debut release
200 felons locked up from the team
Popping 200 bottles the day they release
Yes I am deceased meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets
Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat
And all these b**ches is trying to get on me
And I f**k all of them hoes got 2 cell phones can't none of them call me