Realest Richest Youngin

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bitch, you know Antt did the beat) (BeatGang) [Chorus] I done ran it up, my trap outside, it got like three floors [?] keep runnin' up, we really need more Thirty on my wrist, I spent a diamond Louis V store Realest richest youngin, smell like residue and Dior I'm from North and long, I just fucked a stripper with my Rollie on Take her home, got them bitches in me so I'm takin' long Yeah, them wrong, yeah, they keyed down, I pray he make it home On my phone, that's twenty pounds I'm makin', songs, we waitin' long [Verse 1] All these diamonds herе, for time it is, I wear designеr shit What my profits is, spend on my rest, I could've flipped a brick I'm gon' die for this, gon' slide with bricks, they scared to take the risk My niggas takin' hits, I pay for hits and go and make a hit I don't play with this, I play with bricks and wear the latest shit Every time I drop a tape, it sound like my greatest hits Way they see me spendin' money, how the fuck he savin' it? I can save the streets, I slave the beats but I don't save a bitch [Chorus] I done ran it up, my trap outside, it got like three floors [?] keep runnin' up, we really need more Thirty on my wrist, I spent a diamond Louis V store Realest richest youngin, smell like residue and Dior I'm from North and long, I just fucked a stripper with my Rollie on Take her home, got them bitches in me so I'm takin' long Yeah, them wrong, yeah, they keyed down, I pray he make it home On my phone, that's twenty pounds I'm makin', songs, we waitin' long [Verse 2] Need another shovel, 'nother level, [?] bezel My foot on the pedal, I'm the devil, I should get a medal They gon' trap when Maggie let us, money got me feelin' better Diamonds make her pussy wetter, ain't no weight if you catch up Baby, I'm the realest youngin, baby, I'm the richest youngin Ain't a show I got my gun in, turnin' up, I ain't into somethin' Turn a pound into a hundred, trappin' by the store, dummy Serve-you-at-your-door money, now I got some more money [Chorus] I done ran it up, my trap outside, it got like three floors [?] keep runnin' up, we really need more Thirty on my wrist, I spent a diamond Louis V store Realest richest youngin, smell like residue and Dior I'm from North and long, I just fucked a stripper with my Rollie on Take her home, got them bitches in me so I'm takin' long Yeah, them wrong, yeah, they keyed it down, I pray he make it home On my phone, that's twenty pounds I'm makin', songs, we waitin' long [Outro] I don't play with this, I play with bricks and wear the latest shit Every time I drop a tape, it sound like my greatest hits Way they see me spendin' money, how the fuck he savin' it? I can save the streets, I slave the beats but I don't save a bitch I done ran it up, my trap outside, it got like three floors [?] keep runnin' up, we really need more Thirty on my wrist, I spent a diamond Louis V store I'm the realest richest youngin, smell like residue and Dior (BeatGang)