Shacarri Richardson Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, bitch

I tell you, these fuck niggas can't fuck with me

Once again, I run this rap shit

I tell these niggas like, like Sha'Carri Richardson, I run this shit nigga

Fuck nigga

Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems

But, you ain't listening

Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends

Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends

I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true

Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe

It's a two-seater, why you lying to a nigga

I don't really need you, we up in your bushes, hiding

Kel-Tec, it cut your leisure, nigga, what you been through

If you want some smoke, we can come and get you

You could never start, seen you on the bench too

If I send a hit, bet them bullets will not miss you

Bitch, I'm that nigga, counting up them figures

Got her legs everywhere you think we playing Twister

She playing my slow jams, do the Roscoe Dash with no hands

I bet he feel the flame, when it walk him, he smoke flocka

Bet he stop the talking, blessed I guess I feel like Poppa

We got hella choppas, I ain't talking helicopters

Smoking on this zaza, swing my Dreads just like a Rasta

Eating good filet mignon with shrimp and ziti pasta

Fuck the hoe one time, and then Right after I'm a block her

She think that it hurt me, I ain't tripping that I lost her

She just had my kids up in her mouth, her mouth the foster

I'ma help your arch, I might just get your perfect posture

Bitch, you ain't my ex and I don't think that you can top her

Man, I just be spitting, I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

And your favorite rapper is an actor, smack him cause he capping

Niggas said I'm talking shit, he capped cause I just do the action

Pistol packing, rack stacking, Grams and Woods we backpacking

I just carried up the game, tell me one nigga who could even stay up in my lane

Touch me choppa, touch your brain, and it leave a pretty stain

Smoking Spider-Man 3, that means I'm smoking on Mary Jane

Sha'Carri Richardson, I be dropping gems, but you ain't listening

Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends

Riding in the Benz, counting my dividends

I might switch up to the Beamer, everything I dream come true

Like it's a Tarot reading, I might switch into the coupe

It's a two seater, why you lying to a nigga

I don't really need you, we up in your bushes hiding,

Kel-tec, it cut your leisure