02 Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid] Act' way, money way Only way, you know what I'm sayin'? Rich Forever way Gang shit, you know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 1: Cdot Honcho] Ayy, I'm in camo but this Valentino, ayy I be winnin' but I got a cheat code Put that heat on yo ass, jalapeño Fonem gon' cover me like gazebo Look like I hit a casino Up in a Suite with these hoes from Toronto They really from Puerto Rico, ayy Thinkin' it's sweet, foenem brought in an auto That bitch gon' clean up a street though, (Bitch) All up in Neiman's, I cop it, I'm leavin' I left out that bitch with like three rolls I got a bitch and yo' bitch I just borrowed I told her keep that on the D low Plus her OG be getting that drank and I guess I ain't shit but a free load (Haha) Let that hundred round go for a minute I really ain't thinkin; bout reloading Fonem might pop up and be in yo' kitchen They only be thinkin bout unloadin' Smokin on gas, I ain't passin my wood 'Cause that's how that bitch get to unrollin' Nigga, you better not slide in this hood I'm sorry how shit get to unfoldin' I let like twenty five hop out that AR Hop in that coop and then I'm rollin' I got three bitches but we do not lay up I hit them hoes and then I'm rollin' Kidnap yo' bitch, boy yo' ass better pay up Twenty four hours or she goin' Thinkin' it's funny, we not joking Bring out that money or we smokin' Pour up that Wok and then I'm floatin, (Drank) Gimme the rock, bitch, I'm wide open Bitch try to act like she bougie, she saw me with guap In a minute, she wide open My auntie told me that them niggas be hatin' I told her don't worry 'cause I'm knowin' And Roc always with me, don't do no debatin' If anything funny go, he blowin' I got that 'Rari parked up by the terminal Pull up, you making the article Fonem got shit that the Navy and Army do Turning yo' shit to a particle, ayy Yeah, I be runnin' to racks I don't got a bat, but ball like Carter do (I ball like Carter do) I got yo bitch in the back With rockets around I feel like Harden do, ayy (Haha) [Interlude: Rich The Kid] Yeah, man Pour that shit up, man, y'all cappin' ass niggas, man Y'all broke, rappin'-ass niggas, man Lame ass niggas, man [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Fuckin' that lil' bitch, met her on Melrose Hop out and ride in Camaro I cannot kick it with none of these rappers 'cause most of these niggas be homos She suck my dick and kicked out the back door; I used to trap at the bando Broke niggas ain't gettin' no combo; look at my wrist, it's a condo For that lil' cuban, I'm tuckin a kilo', look like I hit a casino Send me them birds, I need 'em pronto I met the plug, Alonzo, huh, what Might take yo' chain like Deebo Back in the trap like Nino Winner in the game, got a cheat code I walk up with too many C notes Forever my charm, ice on my arm Your babymom, she wide open I make her cum, she goin' dumb I got them hunnids, they right on me I'm in the drank too sleepy Pussy too wet, got her leakin' She a real eater Robbin' dead people [Verse 3: Cdot Honco] Ever since all them labels on me, all the bitches and haters on me You can jump at yo' risk, just know it ain't shit To put all them lasers on heat I just got me a eight, my bitch say she hate when I put all that drank up in me I be higher than a bitch, if you tryna get dick You'a forever be waitin' on me, ayy My hoodie box logo Supreme Up in my trunk got a carbon fifteen I just put a kit in my truck So when I stop, I'm smokin' the scene My bitch gon' get what she want We DT, just left the Celine A nigga could try if he want Really ain't gon' see shit but a beam [Outro: Cdot Honcho] Bitch C-D-O-T, man