BloccBoy ft. Ynd Rich Lyrics

Bet they ain't tell you

Rich kid a G like BloccBoy

Just bought a FN

Had to go bury that nine Taurus

Post drip on my gram

All the opp bitches gon hop on it

Jump fresh out that can

Went straight to the top on 'em

How the fucc that's ya mans

When he got popped you ain't slide for 'em

How the fucc you my mans

And you gon' work wit the opps on me

Said you gon alley oop me

Gon throw me off the backboard

Told me to keep rappin'

Be careful what you ask for

I was sleeping on racks in a prison cell

Do whatever for Tay cuz he didn't tell

I was servin them mids on a Nextel

When you shoot try and squeeze on a exhale

I was sittin on racks tryna build it up

Tell me what they want down for the Bentley truck

I keep diving bacc in I can't get enough

Guess how many I fit ina monkey nuts

Took her ribs out and got a lil tummy tuck

FN got my wrist Ona uppercut

Baby loc hit that bitch wit the left hook

Slow down thinking I might be ya next jux

Nina Ross babygirl got the best looks

Lotta paper I got me a textbook

She keep talking I answer like that's good

I'd kill cancer I swear it if I could

Told my grandpa he made me a animal

223 hit ya top split ya cantaloupe

Bought lil bro his first gun he a natural

I was down in the slums I ain't have a hope

They gon hang they self dry when you give 'em rope

Do me wrong and then act like you didn't know

Had my heart I got hit wit the low blow

Should I off you or not it's so difficult

I was sleeping on issues like is it worth it

When I hop in this booth I'm like Mr. Perfect

In this kitchen don't really need dish detergent

I can't give that respect if you didn't earn it

I was sittin on issues like wait it out

Couple weeks and I'm goin to take him out

On IG watching lives from a fake account

Too much sauce ain't too much more to say about it

Aye

Big G's like BloccBoy

Amiri jeans

Might cop more

Double C's

I'm a thot for 'em

400 degrees

I'm a hot boy

Heard he told

He a cop boy

Ion smoke no Za

This pop tart

(This gas)

Took a couple them perkies

Don't pop bars

Got too many pints of the Wockhardt

Ima sip this lean til my kidneys hurt

Can't remember last night I was off them percs

Can't fucc that hoe know she got dat work

(Got dat work)

Won't stop goin in 'til I'm innat hearse

(Til I'm innat hearse)

Rich kid don't cap

Put the gang on my bacc

YND we gon take off

(Outta here, gone)

Keep talkin that cap

Only time you live that

When a nigga hit space bar

(Nigga be cappin)

Heard you got cash

Heard you get a lil bag

Movin too fast

Know lil bro gon crash

Ahead of my class

I perfected my craft

(Outta here, gone)

I just spent ya stash

Amiri's on my ass

Bet they ain't tell you

Rich kid a G like BloccBoy

Just bought a FN

Had to go bury that nine Taurus

Post drip on my gram

All the opp bitches gon hop on it

Jump fresh out that can

Went straight to the top on 'em

How the fucc that's ya mans

When he got poop you ain't slide for 'em

How the fucc you my mans

And you gon work wit the opps on me

Said you gon alley oop me

Gon throw me off the backboard

Told me to keep rappin'

Be careful what you ask for