Rich Swann Lyrics

Respect my presence in this bitch I'm better than the rest of them

Keep a magazine for any ebony that's testing me

Sorry to gun down a black man, but y'all don't understand

I play it cool, so do what you do Ain't no coming back like a bad tattoo

Going nuts on any beat, think mad cashews

You got cash now, so the bitches go nuts for you

Well, I'm a sucker for it & she gon' suck my dick

Maybe I hit, she can take the dick we'll sea like Caribbean island, I'm wildin'

Hood nigga, putting chips on all my sandwiches

Got a grape soda and some fruit snacks That's my order at the store, yeah, I bought that

We keep order round the court where the judge at

Growing up black, everybody wanna judge that

You don't come from that, but you earning from that

Masters and slaves, independent nigga get me paid

Either way, it's gon' work out, nigga

Bigger than them all

And better than them, fuckin' all, nigga

Look, the fuckin',

Look, industry shady

In the streets, maybe, they can never play me

Spoiled child, I can't be beat

Best rapper, I be in the game soon

Long as the fans play me, then I'm cool I make my cheese, take care of my mother

M&Ms on my hip, these shells'll bag somethin'

So be a crash dummy, watch how it end for ya

They got some flowers they can send for ya

A good church they could recommend for ya

Let me make a call to my lawyer

Kind of, sorta, picturing what I bought up

Manifestations got me fuckin' bitches named Portia