Rich The Kid

"No Noise"

"No Noise"


[Rich The Kid:]
You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise
You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise

[Famous Dex:]
You niggas ain't making no noise
Hop in the Maybach, ain't talkin' no Porsche
I ain't goin' back and forth
Taking your bitch, yeah she used to be yours
Whip up the bowl, that's another wrist
Run up on me, got my stick
Broke as hell, now I'm rich
All these bitches on my dick
Wait, hop in the Lam, I'm straight
I'm going real fast, I don't know why
I got two bitches, they bi
Run up on me, lose your life
Lil bro in the cut with the thirty
You lookin' so nervous, you chap me like fries
Off the percs, I'm hella high
My diamonds they shopping, no lie
You niggas ain't making no noise
Riding a rental, we know it ain't yours
Look at your grill, all foil
Red bottom my bitch, she spoiled
Rich Forever, we together
Two little bitches, they licking each other
I get the money whatever
Drink out the pint, it make me feel better

[Rich The Kid:]
You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise
You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise

Trappin' mama, I just wanted some Forces
Put some red bottoms on her, she gorgeous
Fuck her one time and ignore her
You niggas ain't making no noise
Don't pass me that cup, it ain't lean in it
Hop in the coupe with like three bitches
Me and young Dexter from rags to riches
Straight off the porch had to get a Bentley
Gotta thank God for my blessings
Your diamonds ain't real you flexing
Kick her out in the morning
Smoking cookies while I'm pouring
The plug don't talk on the phone
I had to Gucci the coat
I wanna fuck on her throat
Lil bitch don't love me no more
Broke nigga shut up
They was hating on the come up
Need some more soda
I put your bitch on a poster
You can keep her, she a eater, I don't need her
Oh she boring, my bitch foreign, need a visa

You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise
You niggas not makin' no noise
I wanted the Rari, no Porsche
Jumped right off the porch
I was trappin', had to make it a sport
I'm back on the court
Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch
Takin' that bitch if she yours
You niggas ain't makin' no noise

"No Pressure"
(feat. Playboi Carti)

"No Pressure"
(feat. Playboi Carti)



[Playboi Carti:]
Money on my dresser
Glock with compressor
I don't want no pressure
These niggas too extra
I come with the extra
I won't talk, won't text ya
Fuck yo bitch, won't text
I want top, no sex
Ridin' on top, no flex
Blue hunnids, I catch up
Blue hunnids, who racked up?
I'm running them racks up
You finally catch up
I'm tatted don't give no fuck
I'm picking out karats, ya
Them prices we tear it up

With gang and I air it out
With slime and I bang it up
We banging, no weighing up
It's red and we pour it up
My diamonds they glowing up
She waiting, she wanna fuck
Be patient, I'm counting up
Be patient, I'm whipping up
I touch- aye
I touch thots you can't touch
I touch guap you can't touch
I touch thots you can't touch
I touch- what
I touch guap you can't touch
Syrup in town, I just touched
Still po' drop-
Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud
Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya
Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud
Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked

Money on my dresser
Glock with compressor
I don't want no pressure
These niggas too extra
I come with the extra
I won't talk, won't text ya
Fuck yo bitch, won't text
I want top, no sex
Ridin' on top, no flex
Blue hunnids, I catch up
Blue hunnids, who racked up?
I'm running them racks up
You finally catch up
I'm tatted don't give no fuck
I'm picking out karats, ya
Them prices we tear it up

[Rich The Kid:]
Riding on top I flex
I get the money mo' checks
Cash Carti crash the Rarri
Bitch she fucking on the molly
She give me top in that coupe
Riding round with the extra
50k on the necklace
I cum on that trick with no text
Bought some more chains, I'm flexin'
Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm counting my blessings
The sniper it come with compress
Walk in the mall and flex like a ref
Got out of jail bought a rolex
You niggas still flexin' like Bowflex
I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo
She jump on the dick like a kangaroo

[Playboi Carti:]
Money on my dresser
Glock with compressor
I don't want no pressure
These niggas too extra
I come with the extra
I won't talk, won't text ya
Fuck yo bitch, won't text
I want top, no sex
Ridin' on top, no flex
Blue hunnids, I catch up
Blue hunnids, who racked up?
I'm running them racks up
You finally catch up
I'm tatted don't give no fuck
I'm picking out karats, ya
Them prices we tear it up

"Off The Road To The Trap"

"Off The Road To The Trap"


[Quavo:]
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap

Quavo
When I do a show I get back to the trap
I might do a show and almost stay with the strap
The plug got the pack, I gotta go snatch it
Then I fuck on that nat-nat, I love my hoe ratchet
Look at my wrist fantastic
Doing the magic like I play basket
I drop it off with accuracy, I go pick it up at Aspen
My niggas down the road stabbing
And Skippa Da Flippa, we having
Papparazis still flashin', police harassing, when I ride past 'em
Trap niggas know what's happenin'
Came into Atlanta from Athens
You niggas drinking molasses
You think that this acting, I'm laughing
My plug he asian like enter the dragon
I bought a beamer and paint it black satin
Most of you niggas be rapping, really be acting, God damn it's tragic

I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I ran off the road and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap
I did a show and got back to the trap

"On My Pradas"

"On My Pradas"


[Hook:]
Baking soda on my Pradas, all I do is fuck the models...
20, 30, 50 bottles...
All I do is count them dollars...
I been about them Benjamins, I said I been about them Benjamins...
I'm all about them Benjamins, I said I been about them Benjamins

I just bought a new whip, I just bought a new Rove
I got 35 bitches, I don't need no new ho
Got a iPhone 4, got a iPhone 5
Got, niggas tryna kill me so I'm tryna stay alive
Got my nigga T with me and you know he strapped up...
And my nigga peel it so you better back up...
And I'm racked up...
Truey and that Prada
I'm in Magic City Mondays throwing way too many dollars...
Now I'm up in Onyx, strippers up in Follies
Got your girl open and she fuckin' on a Molly
In my Aston Martin, and it's extra Foreign...
Got your old girl with me, bitch is extra boring

[Hook]

I be draped up in Versace swagger jackers tryna copy
Pull up in that Maserati, foreign bitch she do pilates...
If that pussy good, I put her in Armani
She be flippin' on a Molly, diamonds straight from the Safari
Burberry, Range Rove... Hit the mall I change clothes
Captain cup, y'all save hoes, well I'm tryna get these bankrolls...
Rolex, Breitling... Don't you see my diamonds?
Love the way I'm shining, hit the club I'm blinding...
I just bought a Ferragamo Porsche on 26's...
Pull up to the mall and leave with 20 bitches...
Young nigga been about them Benjamins...
Big face hundreds, I be stackin' 'em...

[Hook]

"On My Way"
(feat. Bobby Shmurda & Rowdy Rebel)

"On My Way"
(feat. Bobby Shmurda & Rowdy Rebel)



[Chorus 2x:]
(I was on my way)
On my way to the bank with some hundreds
Bitch thats where my money stay
(I was on my way)
On my way to her place
She said turn up then we turn up everyday
(I was on my way)

[Bobby Shmurda:]
On my way to the jeweler
Told nigga that I need a new chain
(that I need a new chain)
On my way to my jeweler
Told that nigga that I need like two chains
(that I need like two chains)
And if a nigga try to snatch it
Then that nigga gonna need a new brain
(he gonna need a new brain)
I told my team fore' you pop em
And you drop em
Bro just leave my shoes clean
Before we pick it up
We pick em up and throw his ass through the food chain
Chewy 7:30 loco I'ma show you nigga's how to do things

[Chorus 2x]

On my way to your bitch house
Young rich nigga in the bank pullin' racks out
Pourin' I pull up in Forgi's
Bitches is gorgeous
Droppin' the top on the Porsches
Too many chains, she looked at my pinky she gave me the brain
Walk in the bank and they knowing my name
I'd rather be rich before the fame
You ain't drop 50 racks on the Rollie
Back then I was broke you ain't know me
In the trap I been trappin' until I OD
Fuck 12 I be runnin' from the Police
On the way to the check, I got the tech
Pull up I spray at your neck
She suckin' me up in the back of the Bentley
Where is the roof on the Bentley?
Got a whole lot of hoes they turn up
Bitches too foreign they come from the border
Countin' Blue Benjamins racks on the way
Smokin' on cookies they come from the Bay
Sippin the syrup in the morning, purple like Barney
I got a 'Rari it's orange
She keep on callin', drippin' and pourin'
I cannot fuck her I'm touring

[Chorus 2x]

[Rowdy Rebel:]
(Schmoney!)
Bitch I’m trapping and dappin, like my young nigga Rich
I just copped me an Aston, music keep blasting, too much water with grits
Shout out to all my QC brothers, it Feels Good to Be Rich
Jump Out the Gym, my house of the cliff, 2pac and Flip
Above the rim, that’s a brand new car, don’t lean on it
She wanna roll with a star, I told her dream on it
She tried to hop in my car, I had to speed on it
Saw it when hit 220 on the dash, with both feet on it
Fuck the speed limit, if coming too far [?]
Because I be rushing to the schmoney, I’m a fiend with it
Got the cups with the ice with the lean in it
Red dot on a Glock, that’s a beam on it
Schmurder she wrote, red ink on it
The ship too full, don’t sink on it
Yellow diamonds in the rollie, put pink in it
And the Glock got a bite, don’t think of it (Bow!)

[Chorus 2x]

"On U"
(feat. Quavo)

"On U"
(feat. Quavo)



[Young Greatness:]
I pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x4]
Pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x8]

[Quavo:]
(Quavo talk to 'em!)
I pull on the block, and I shit on you niggas
I'm smoking on Backwoods, nigga you can have the Swishers
Pull up on your block in a dropped Audi
Look at mamacita with the bad body
Look at my chain, it got icicles
It ain't nothing to pull and just shit on you niggas
I'm getting sick of you niggas
I'm getting rid of you niggas
Touchdown on a nigga
Blue Benjamins thumb through it with your finger
Cameras flashing like my Beamer blinking
Put my wrist in the water, my hand it be sinking
I might jump in the water, young Quavo start sinking
Cause' my jewelry so heavy, just look at the pieces

[Young Greatness:]
I pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x4]
Pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x8]

I'm in a brand new Rolls Royce
Stomp hard on a bitch nigga
And my wrist shine bright boy, better watch your bitch nigga
Pocket full of money baby
Stand on the block [?] crazy
We flexing bout' ten in our Rari's
We flexing bout' ten in our Rolls'
She fucking and sucking, she rolling
We balling, we standing on sofas
I shit on a bitch nigga
My youngins, they young and they rich nigga
We shine lil' woe
[?] nigga with me got a lot of cash
Ever since I get, watch a nigga stunt hard on your broke ass

I pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x4]
Pull on the block, then I shit on you niggas [x8]

"Out The Mud"
(with Famous Dex)

"Out The Mud"
(with Famous Dex)



[Rich The Kid:]
I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

[Famous Dex:]
Most of these niggas ain't loyal
My diamonds on me that's spoiled
And 5k for the grill
Your shit it's looking like foil
And [?] the drank
Oh God, made me faint
I almost broke it I can't think
And now I run up in the bank
I roll it like a Ferris wheel
Oh shit, I'm geeking off the pills
You run up on me, you get killed
And you ain't really in the field
And Rich Forever on the map
You run up on me, blow you back
I'm smoking dope I relax
I'm popping pills I can't relax

[Rich The Kid:]
I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

Rich Forever got out the mud
Why you hating on me got a grudge
Money too old got spoiled
150 for the case, two lawyers
Told my nigga [?] we was forever
Now he [?] diamonds on the bezel
He the boy now [?] two levels
Same bitch choosing [?] do better
Now I'm balling in the game like it's basketball
Nothing big pop a pill like it's Adderall
All of my niggas one hunnnid'
I came in this bitch for the money
Fuck you ho, no love
I might kill em' with the gloves
I got a check just to fuck it up
Louboutins, murder scene, tape it up

I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

I got too many rings it's a championship
I'm in Hollywood boy, I'm finna' break a bitch
Cut a hunnid' bands on a bad day
I could put you in the game like 2K
Most of you niggas ain't loyal
I bought her new Louis she spoiled
Then another 150 for the lawyer
Had to get out mud the money like oil

"Outro"
("Trap Talk" Version)

"Outro"
("Trap Talk" Version)



[Hook:]
The taste of lead
That's how they gave it to you
But one was laced with lead

[Verse 1:]
They don't wanna see you make it
They don't wanna see you shine
How to get a skateboard on the grind?
Look at my diamonds, go blind
Niggas they talkin', they broke
Y'all just be talkin' that coke
And [?] fuck you ain't with me
Never seen the Act, ain't sippin'
Alright, alright, alright
I done ran up a check overnight
Want the pussy bad, bought the bitch a flight
Look what I did to the Sprite
[?] bitch want them bands
Look at the doors on the Lamb'
Like shawty, hello I'm the man
You the nigga on fire, need a fan
Many men wish death upon me
Strapped up, Dej Loaf, try me
Niggas they don't want that lead
I hit your face, not your head
You pimp out that bread
We gon' have to put you in your death bed
And I'm sippin' on the purple, not red
I've been smokin' too much, got dreads

[Hook:]
The taste of lead
That's how they gave it to you
But one was laced with lead
The taste of lead
That's how they gave it to you
But one was laced with lead

[Verse 2:]
They might try to take your life
But I'm walkin' with a choppa, think twice
Wake up in the mornin', gotta thank God
I'm flexin' with a Rollie, have no job
Walkin' with the cash, I do numbers
Got a Masi but I coulda bought a Hummer
And I might drop the top all summer
Why you hatin' on me tryna get commas?
They might try to take your life
Try to take your life, try to take your life
Niggas started hatin' on me, bought a Tec
I ain't worried bout nothin' but a threat
On the way, my M on a jet
I'm a rich nigga, get the net
I'm a real savage like Offset
Pull up Forgiatos, they offset
They might try to take your life
Try to take your life, try to take your life
But I'm walkin' with a choppa, think twice
Take a chance like Vegas on the dice
All this [?] all up in the 360
All the TV hoes tryna get with me
Wake up in morning, thank God
I had holes in my shoes, now the black card

[Hook:]
The taste of lead
That's how they gave it to you
But one was laced with lead
The taste of lead
That's how they gave it to you
But one was laced with lead

[Outro]

"Pack Gone Missing"
(feat. Rich The Kid, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)

"Pack Gone Missing"
(feat. Rich The Kid, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)



[Intro: Quavo]
Woosh, pack gone missing
Migos!

[Hook: Quavo]
Woosh, pack gone missing (Fheww!) [x4]
Houdini me [x8]
Woosh, pack gone missing [x2]
Huh, huh, huh, gone!

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yea
Fuck nigga I just took the set, I just took the pot
Hit it with the Shaq' attack: slam dunk!
It's nothing but 33 Larry Birds in the trunk
We trappin' and cappin' the top floor
Why the trunk got it smelling like skunk?
Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 he gon' mad
Here take all these pocket rockets bitch
Put him in yo' Birkin bag
What you gon' do at the top floor
Grab the parachute, hit the window
Quavo you trippin' hell naw
I ain't gettin' caught with all this indo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pack gone missing, I'm no magician
My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney
Walking around with a 50
My bitch in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties
You mad cause I'm rich
Cuffin' and loving that bitch
We smash and we switch
I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent'
I stand round the trap like a fence
Finessin' I run with the money
I'm wrappin' and shippin' the dummy, Houdini me
The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals nigga no chemistry
Rich niggas in Paris they takin' them pictures
She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her
Woosh, Pack gone missing, Rich The Kid still finessin'
I'm RICH!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fishing
She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing
Her and her start kissing, liquor in here system
Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some bitches
Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gon' feel it
It's my new motto, nigga, anyone can get it
Damn smoking papers, my new crib come with acres
Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand
You think I had a favor sump'n

[Verse 4: Offset]
I think it's a ghost in the city
I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsy
Patrolling you missing, so where did he go?
Send my young nigga kick through yo' back door (POW!)
As anybody seen the pack lately
They knockin' my door like the candy lady
I don't know what the fuck want these niggas
These niggas be snitchin', bitches want a baby
The pack he gotta go (Fheww!)
Beep, beep! Truck load
Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole
Versace got me travelin' across the globe
Blue money, blue hundreds
The gas smellin' like it's fungus
Woosh, pack gone missing
Ride round the city, 30 round extensions

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Chevy Woods]
Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous
Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous
Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the packs
Woosh, hey, like nigga who the strap (Blam, blam!)
Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil
Don't got no connect for you pussy ass niggas you'll never be loyal
Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I gotta big ego
Robin Hood I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people

[Hook]