We Rich - Los, Veeze

Ayy

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Nigga

Ayy

Pussy-ass niggas, ain’t got no love for 'em (Ayy)

Ayy, I couldn’t quit if I tried

I’m still puttin' plays down, cuz sittin' outside

Nigga thinkin' it’s rap, I’m like fuck it, that’s cool

I’m like where was niggas at when we had slabs in the booth?

Now it’s five thou for a verse, I’m like pay me in cash

Late nights cookin' up, cut a baby in half

I’ll drop my nuts on a ho, kick the bitch to the curb

I can pay for that pussy 'cause I get paid for my words

Said the price triple up, lil' two-hour drive

I sell 'em whole pills, but they crushin' 'em down

I done made it without trappin', got my mama so proud

We started from the bottom, now we fuck with VLIVE

That nigga ain’t got no cake in the club

I ain’t playin' with the opps, got a K in the club

You a pussy-ass nigga, I ain’t fakin' no love

I just slit your nigga wrists, see the hate in his blood

We run through like a pint in a day

She told you I ain’t fuck her, then she lied to your face

I made a hundred thousand with Ray

You the type of nigga happy, hundred dollars a day

I could drink a hundred pops in a day

Spray the whip with thirty shots, he got shot in the face

Used to ride around with Vezz with some rocks and an eighth

Now we ridin' 'round in Wraiths with a Glock and a K

Los took me to the Daisy, it got crazy

Seen 'em sell a white boy a tenth of fentanyl for eighty

I’m on Fenton road cuttin' a brick up in the basement

Got the pistol on me, leave a nigga cold on the pavement

You wanna book me for a show?

You gotta pay me

But that don’t mean I gotta go, you gotta make me

It ain’t 'bout what you bringin' in, you gotta save it

Veeze left his pop in here, I’m 'bout to taste it

Take a nigga Cuban off his neck, walk away like, «Thank you»

Ten racks, I blew that at the set wearin' Palm Angels

I got some boy jumpin' off the chain, I can’t tame it, need a dog trainer

Shit dark as hell like an African, the soft Caucasian

Three 'bows of real pink Runtz, I broke it down in all eighthies

We them niggas who got nigga rich from servin' all races

We been ballin' just like Michael Vick, dodgin' dog cases

Wock', red, green, I got all flavors

Cut a nigga with this brand new .223, it give bald tapers

I got some strong dog, tryna see if fentanyl take it