Rich The Kid

[fox69]

"Trap House Jumpin' Like Jordan (Remix)"
(feat. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Chinx)

"Trap House Jumpin' Like Jordan (Remix)"
(feat. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Chinx)



[Hook - Rich The Kid:]
Got the trap house like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash and I paid straight cash
Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Livin' life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1 - Rich The Kid:]
Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe
Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie
You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony
In the kitchen whippin' up them babies
Make the Pyrex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm dunkin', I'm dunkin'
I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe
In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot
Where the whippin' in the pot too hot
Drinkin' lean, out the bottle
In the Aston Martin foreign with a model
Twenty racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with six hoes like two times three

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Trap house jumping like Jordan
AK shooting like bird
Row so hot I won't buy, break 33 like Bird
Fell out with my Js, I'm a true champ like Wade
I'm a true champ like LeBron
I don't got war without a gun
Got molly, got kush, I got pills, I got keys
And I feel like I'm running the town
My tide go up and down
My wrist go round and round
I fuck with plugs, no sockets
I look for them drugs, narcotics
The money ain't right, them grams ain't either
So nigga you just need to stop it

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - French Montana:]
Trap house jumping like Jordan
Got that good dick and I'm scoring
I made 10 mill off of touring
I charge 50 for a chorus
And your bitch is coming with me
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga
I be the hottest out my city
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga
Trap house jumping like Drexler
That's Clyde nigga, that's high nigga
My nigga, I'm a fucking planet, you a star nigga
Motherfucking rock stars, hottest niggas by far
Rari sitting low, but higher than a top floor

[Verse 4 - Chinx Drugz:]
Trap house jumping like Jordan
Two cribs, two foreign
Bitch you from out of the country
I flew that ho in from Florence
Trap house jumping like Spudd
Work it, jump out of the gym
Mac black on that rari
Forgiato on the rim
Trap house jumping like Stackhouse
Your bitch crib is my crack house
Pin that ho down, she tap out
Them drawers dropping like Pacqiuo
Trap house jumping every day
We came up off of that yay
They ask if I'm a real coke boy
I tell em yay yay

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Still Jumpin"

"Trap Still Jumpin"


[Hook x2:]
Riding with the bricks in the U-HAUL
You a funny ass nigga Lil Duval
Pull up with a choppa
No Steven Seagal
Trap still jumpin no basketball

[Verse 1:]
Got a trap still jumpin I'm working
These people keep calling me
Momma said that I will be a ball player
I'm rich she proud of me
I ain't even wanna be a dope boy
Cook it up whip it up coke boy
Shoutout my nigga Durk
Walk out the house clean leave a stain on his shirt
Was a kid just tryna get rich
In a kitchen water whipping cook a brick
You ain't talking about money bye bitch
Got a cup full of Act and sippin on [?]
50k on my Rollie
Your diamonds too cloudy fugazy
They mad cause I made it
Walking around with 30 gold chains like the 80s

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Broke ass bitch stay away
I be getting blue money all day
Everybody wanna see the top spot
I'm a rich nigga riding in the drop top
QC the hottest in the country
You a fuck nigga hating on money
Got hoes pulling up out the country
DC in this bitch 400
Doing what I'm doing I'm dabbing
My plug from Persia like Aladdin
It's a job on the work I'm grabbing
I'm a flip that work I'm taxing
Got a blonde head bitch like Paris
Me and the money got married
Bugs bunny on my chain got carrots
Got so much money it's scary

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"TrapAHolics"
(feat. Migos & PeeWee LongWay)

"TrapAHolics"
(feat. Migos & PeeWee LongWay)



[Rich The Kid:]
I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

Young nigga I'm a real trap nigga
I ain't never been a real rap nigga
Came up from the hood hitting licks juugs
If you fake then can't fuck with ya'
AP on me straight ice, rich nigga I still shoot dice
Gotta stick on me got a lick on me
100 bands you could lose your life
Got a trap house jumping like kobe, got white and black Js with no teeth
Kicking in the door 100 bricks on the floor hit the back door running from the police
I win you lose, give me a Maserati I cruise
Got robin got [?] got trues
I done came up straight from the bando
Now a nigga on fire like a candle
So much in the kitchen she twerk cheap ass plug from migos
Got white, molly, and the lean, and I'm serving' fiends
Trap jumpin' like a trampoline with the triple beam

I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

[TakeOff:]
Rap-a-holic, trapaholic, whatever you want to call it
My bitch a shopaholic but I'm meeting monkeys
You stop and salute when you see me takeoff a sergeant
Yo bitch stop and she blew when she see me nintendo cartridge
Wrapping' up all of these chickens, feathers on my robin denim
And I ain't trying give a nigga venom, bow bow I gotta kill em
Finessin' the plugs I be cappin' em, flipping' the work with no spatula
When I'm in yo city I'm cappin' em, bitches be sucking like dracula

[Rich The Kid:]
I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

[PeeWee Longway:]
Take a brick, make that bitch do splits
Trapaholic I invest in bricks, I think I'm the shit
Leanaholic got me sleep walking
Numbers I be talking, I'm the plug
Trap with dirty stick, got gas bags in the closet
Trapaholic, Trapholic, all my bitches bossy
Wrap and shoot them boxes neighborhood blue
Serving' oxycontin eatin' steak and hibachi
Call me Rich The Kid dressed in Versace
Fuck the feds be watching'
Longway

[Rich The Kid:]
I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

I got Gas, Molly and the Lean
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got white, I got tan and brown
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I got bricks, my plug into sticks
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic
I finesse, all about a check
I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic, I'm a Trapaholic

 

[fox69]

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. Waka Flocka)



[Quavo:]
Yeah
Yeah
I don't trust nobody
No
I don't trust nobody
Uh, go

Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody

I do not trust these women
I'm gripping the strap when I'm pissing
I know that she fucking and sucking the squad, you know I'm not kissing
You be the witness
My wrist a tornado, that's a migo fitness
We mean the bidness, shout out to DJ Victoriouz, Longway he be cripping
LA fitness, on the treadmill chasing Benjamins
Got a thousand in your pocket, must be kidding me
I'm taking the trips out to Italy
I finger fuck the pot literally
Take a look at me nigga, remember me
I'm taking trips out to California and you know that I'm shopping in Beverly

Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
All I smoke is gas bags, just AK's and red flags
Made white girls love dreadlocks
Phantom Ghost from a hotbox
My lil niggas don't need much, all they catch is bodies
Didn't forget about it
Hop out, make all the profit

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Hop out, make all the profit
Bomb in my left pocket, right pocket rocket
She give me sloppy toppy and I'm cocky
The block is so hot like a bag of tackies
Come to the north, it's a migo community
We go by unity, now we on MTV
You gon' notice me, check your boy Louie V
I'm dragging my Louboutin, fuck it, the mud on me

[Quavo:]
Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody

 

[fox69]

"VVS"

"VVS"


[Rich The Kid:]
Ayy ayy ayy ayy, you know what I'm sayin'
This that real deal, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas still rockin' that fufu, you know what I'm sayin'
No go, that way
Can't go that way
You dig?

[Jay Critch:]
VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET
VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET

Diamonds pop out of the chain, 3D
Heard you got all of the cake, PC
Had to spend a couple G's, easy
Got to run to the green, Luigi
Diamonds dancing on the chain like Breezy
John Cena, all these haters can't see me
Shawty your boyfriend a lame, a guini
Niggas playin' with the keys like Stevie
Ayy, watchin' niggas 'cause shit ain't what it seems
Playin' dirty, my soda not clean
Woke up, I was livin' the dream
More bucks, mama need that Celene
Whippin' that foreign like NASCAR
Rich forever nigga, we who they ask for
Off the lean, slowin' down, gotta fast forward
Balmain jeans, nigga fly like a passport

VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET
VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET

[Rich The Kid:]
VV's, diamonds they water like Fiji
Bitches they pull up, come see me
Thought it was Keisha or Ke-Ke
He bought that chain out the middle of the mall
Real ice piss 'em off
VV's on me like big gumball
Stop wearin' knockoffs

[Famous Dex:]
Look at your diamonds, so custom
Got a lil bitch from Russia but I can't trust her
Look at that AP, I bust it
I'm a lucky motherfucker
VV's, I get that money, can't see me
Bitch I be ballin' like Stevie
I get the money, believe me
Dexter

[Jay Critch:]
VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET
VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D
Diamonds they blinding like Stevie
I make the grinding look easy
You got Cartier frames, can't see me
This bitch won't go away, she need me
I ran off with the drank, a PT
That lean got me in space, ET

 

[fox69]

"Water Whip"

"Water Whip"


[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Now money ain't shit to a rich nigga
I got killers and gorillas that'll deal with you
Snag a rapper on the roof, poof, with my shooter
And my pockets over [?] like that whore ass [?]
I ain't got to shoot ya, cooling in Bermuda
My money long like the bus, your money like a ruler
Bitches in the kitchen dancing, water whipping chickens
Js in my trap they got a room just for sniffing
Now I'm trapping out the mansion, moved up out the bando
All my killers move in silence like they're dressed in camo
I will put you in a box and ship you to your mother
I got all white bricks like Janet Jackson's brother

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

[Chill Will:]
There he is, it's Chill Will
Done bust more guns, then wild Bill
Yeen got to play hard, take it easy baby
Cause I'm making cash money just like Weezy baby
Her ass so fat, no butt pad
My pockets so fat, look like [?]
I'm a take your ass to school, real talk
No school but [?] full of white chalk
I'm strapped up, act up
Pull the knife out, give your ass a tummy tuck
The trunk, back up
I looked in the rear, white unit backed up

[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

[Dirty Dave:]
Why the fuck they call you dirty when your ass so clean
My bitch real nice but that ass so mean
I just pulled up in a Benz, bout to hop out in a 'rari
I'm shitting on these niggas, excuse me, sorry
16 hours in the kitchen, I'm cooking up that yayo
That money come fast, watch me stack em up like legos
When the bricks touch down they hasta luego
Say she's a Migos fan so I pass that ho to Quavo
Migo got a U-Haul truck I told a nigga send that shit
The money coming rapidly, that's exactly how I spend that shit
Got them shooters all around toting 45s and Ks
You niggas plan on robbing me, bitch nigga not today
Let's go

[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

 

[fox69]

"Wet Wet"
(feat. Migos)

"Wet Wet"
(feat. Migos)



[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I met this bitch the other day
She said pay me before you talk to me
I asked her why is that?
She said boy do you think this pussy free
Damn, I thought she was innocent
I still paid for it and hit it, quit it
I still been fucking with her about 6 months
You know a young nigga can't hit it and quit it
Damn, can I get a witness?
Know I'm not the only one who did this
Your friends is all in our business
Quit her then come back like Frisbee
Ain't gon lie, I think I'm addicted
And my main girl keeps tripping
Don't think I'd like to get rid of it
My side ho taking my benjamins

[Hook - Quavo:]
She got that wet wet, wet wet
Splash, splash, wet wet (water, water)
Spending all my money on that wet wet
And she might leave you wet, you call her natnat
I ain't tripping, I'm addicted to that wet wet
She wet!
Wet, wet wet, wet wet, wet wet
God I know she's wet, wet wet, wet
Wet wet

[Verse 2 - Rich The Kid:]
Your bitch getting wet like water, splash
Young nigga walking with the cash
Hit it and quit it, I'm leaving her dripping
Riding round the city with the bricks in the fender
At the Greyberry, laid up with two bitches
She sucked that dick like her teeth missing
That ass so fat but it's paid for
She can ride that dick like a skateboard
Bank roll, bank roll, young nigga walking with a bank roll
Shooters gon fold, we throw them bands up
In the club, throwing money like Meech, ho
Wet wet, wet wet, shawty really got that wet wet
I'm a young rich nigga, came up from the bottom
Walk around with jewels, no Dipset

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
I met this bitch, she said she went to school to be an architect
She seen my drop top, CLS and my Corvette, she got wet
She took a breath, I got her number
Soon as I left she shot a text
Said she was feeling my feng shui
And the way that I macho man flex
I put her on molly, she sneaking and geeking
I fucked her, she wet on my Givenchy sheets
Giuseppe steppers or the red bottoms
That's 1000 dollars each feet
She sucking me up, out of control
Lord have mercy, take my soul
Wet wet, all night
Addicted to her like dirty Sprite

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"What You Been Doin'"

"What You Been Doin'"


[Hook x2]
What you been doin'?
Working, racking, flexing on purpose
Pull up, that Maybach swerve
Sippin' on syrup
Who got them birds?
I got them birds
I'm looking for somewhere to serve
Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves!

[Verse 1:]
Bitches, they get on my nerves
Cause of the trap I got birds
The Rollie it cost me a vert
Came from the bottom, the dirt
I just might put all my chains on
Flexing on purpose it ain't wrong
Still sippin syrup outta styrofoam
Bitches I fuck then they goin' home!
All of my niggas still trapping
Your bitch disappearing, no magic
Racking and stacking the paper
I'm Rich, I got too many haters
Hoes they fucking and doing no talk
Sipping the syrup in the morning
Young Rich Nigga, I am not sorry
I'm flexing on purpose, I bought a Bugatti

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Addicted to chasing the cash
I'm thanking the lord I ain't mad
Thinking bout' shit I ain't had
Now I got plenty of racks
Now I got cars in garage
Bitches they know I'm a star
I got a brick on my arm
30 my Rollie and charm
Where the fuck was you when I was locked up?
Now I'm flexing, walking around with my wrists up
They asking me what I been doing
The money it's coming it's moving
I think that I'm hurting their feelings
We not the same cause I'm different
Fuck it I'm dropping the ceiling
Young nigga been chasing the millis

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"When You See It"
(with Jose Guapo)

"When You See It"
(with Jose Guapo)



[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

We know these niggas some hoes
I ain't faking no more
I ain't keeping no secrets, I'm a' let the world know
Since these niggas be hating, niggas gone' get exposed
I ain't cocking no deuces
So please do not call my phone
I'm a' fuck all they hoes
They some actors we know
Me and Take got a one liter then we poured us a four
I had your bitch at the spot, I made her take off her clothes
I got some bros in the 0, and they from Hollygrove
I'm a' call up Tray1, and he gone' fuck up the stove
You a junky my nigga, I know you play with your nose
Call my jeweller tell him put 5 karat's in my earlobe
We know there's snakes in the grass, can get hit with that R.I.C.O
I'm a' hustler like Jay Z, and I'm a' ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
[?]
Never fall out by money, cause' we gone' get some more
I'm from the streets, I won't fold
I just live by the code

My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

[Takeoff:]
Which one is you working
Popping seals like they virgins
Wrapping that work up no turbine
Broke niggas I am allergic
My nigga tell me what's your purpose
The bando be jumping like Kermit
I'm calling up Guapo, we go get that nacho, we pull up like the Secret Service
Rolling up cookies and Backwoods
Stuffing my weed like tobacco
Pretty boy, Offset, and Capo
Migos like Pablo Escobar [?] vato
Cooking up dope let the junkie taste some
Want cocaine classes call up Tray1
Expose you niggas just for fun
Pinky ring swole, Big bun
I know these niggas they envy me
These niggas didn't believe in me
I know they hate when we see it nigga
Pussy nigga don't you speak to me
They killed my bro Pistol Pete, Rest in Peace
Pull in the six four, no Eazy E
Money over bitches, M.O.B
Cookies punching out the cookie jar, Hercules
I take the two liter, Peach Crush
Fill that bitch up with some mud
It got to be Actavis my nigga can't sip like you niggas never did Tuss
I pull up in the I-8
Tell Corey open the gate
That's the first thing my mama told me when I was young how to know what was fake

[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

[Quavo:]
Which one you working lil' boy
I'm still serving you know it
When I busted out the wrap, you know it's already going
Walking in the trap and it's snowing
I got a shooter Bruce Bowen
When I pop the seal, I keep pouring
Look at my shoes, Rick Owens
Which are you working my dude
Hurry up and come purchase this dog food
My niggas don't play by the rules
I got my degree out of trap school
Young nigga hitting licks
With the old dirty stick
Trapping out the house, but this time its' a mansion bitch
Having mob ties
Y'all niggas tell lies
You had it all in high school, now they say you dropping fries
That's the one that you working, which are you working
Still on the block, call me Quavo Kendrick Perkins
Double cup still Easter pink call it Kirby
Outside clean but the inside dirty
Riding around town and a nigga still swerving
Jet me ans my passenger seat, and it hold a thirty

[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

 

[fox69]

"Where"

"Where"


(Oh shit, Takeoff you ready?)
Hey flip, fuck nigga better tell me where the money at
(Where it's at?)
Where it at fuck nigga?
(Get it up)
Where it's at nigga?
I ain't playin' nigga, uh

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Broad daylight searchin' for a juug
Finna hit a kicked door in my hood
Hit the right house and everything good
Dope sold, money fold
Them Arabian people, they got the gold
West side is my Migos, did five years down the road
He never told, he never fold
When they brought him up in court the nigga stood up on his own
If a nigga try to run up on a nigga, think a nigga slippin', ain't know I had the Smith & Wesson, hit in the dome
I'm think I'm a prophet just like God to the Rome
That Dolce Gabbana, the OG gas is my cologne
Jay Z and Kanye West, bitch I come to take the throne
Macaulay Culkin niggas because you was home alone
I was trappin' cappin' nigga now I'm trappin', dabbin'
You gotta be a soldier if you wanna be a captain
Thinkin' bout a plan nigga, got to make it happen
Got to make a name even if it means snatchin'
When I run the lobby with a book of clean molly
It's got us too hot, these bitches feel it on their body
Don't blame it on Takeoff, you better blame it on narcotics
We livin' at your mommy's house and rest in peace to Robin

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Shh, there he go
Shh, run to the truck, nigga kick the door (boom-boom)
Shh, lay him on the floor nigga, so tell me where the dough
He didn't want to talk so I shot him dead in the throat
I ain't gon' say no more
Searchin' through the house I find a suitcase with the dough
It's a nigga in the closet loaded with the .44
Oh shit nigga, back up the coat then we out the door
It was successful, I bought me a bezel
Next time I hit a lick it's gonna be better
I started off robbin', finessin', it's different levels
In the game I watch a nigga schedule
Beatin' up the pot, you call me Pacquiao (beat it up!)
I'm readin' the bible, talkin' bout Malachi (God)
This pistol lookin' at you, that's my 3rd eye (boaw!)
Put it into a nigga, give him a toe tie (kill him!)
I heard that you the gangster, pistol got you flinchin', think it's Christmas all the gifts I'm gettin'
33 birds in the kitchen, Scottie Pippen (brrr!)
You niggas be flexin', you actin', Mel Gibson (flex!)
Got the fork underwater, you think a nigga fishin'
Where it's at, I don't like to kill 'em, I'm a Christian
Police lookin' for a nigga, call me Brian Nichols
It's not a photo shoot, I'm takin' shots, it's not a picture (ra-ra-ra!)

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Somebody better tell me where is the dough-dough-dough (where it's at, nigga?)
Somebody better tell me, Lord bless his soul-soul-soul-soul
When I kick in your door (boom! Get down!), wavin' the chopper all around the room
(And you already know what time it is nigga), I'd like to welcome y'all to legion of doom
He ran off with the pack, I know I'ma see him soon, oh
There he go, he sprayin' blood wet like typhoon
Get on the floor, (get on the floor)
Better come off that dope (better come off that)
Better not be cut with soap (better not be cut)
I am the head honcho, I got head hunters that come for the throat
Don't nobody know that you missin'
Don't know body know nothin' bout Migo' business
Runnin' with the money pronto, not leavin' a witness

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)