Rich SZN (Fast Version)

Ice all up on my wrist, but I keep that heater close

We gon swiss cheese him, nigga fuck with gang he get a lotta holes

It's getting rich season, you aint talking bread, aint picking up my phone

Give me one reason, hollow point bullets, they fucking up his dome

Hit him with the Drac and threw him in the lake, they couldn't find his bones

All them niggas fake and most them niggas snakes, that's why I stand alone

Ain't no time to waste, I'm at a steady pace, I'm really in my zone

Niggas copy paste, I see them trynna take shit, trynna be my clones

Trynna walk a day in my shoes gon leave your feet aching

I'm on the grind around the clock, don't matter if I'm skating

Cross the line, just know I will find you, and I ain't talking Taken