RicHie K II - Da$h

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, So

Yeah, So

Free Mav

Just got a text message from God

Tryna collect off a bet that I lost

Delete the convo because I was sauced

Them cigarettes got me with death in my cough

Eighth letter member, you know it’s the squad

First nigga flexing, the next to get robbed

Gave her some X, now I’m sexing your broad

Skin look like I’m in the Mexican mob

Drugs smell like murder, raps are superb

Dropping my shit, that keeps breaking the server

Never did college, ain’t flipping no burgers

Do it for nigga’s that serve in the earner

Dolla, 'bout money nigga, holla

Tell ya main bitch swallow

Never did pradas, mad crimes white collar

Ralph got me looking like a scholar

Father the flow y’all tryna bite

Down on 'em like ya sniffing on a ball of ice

Way I spit it motherfucker like I’m Walter White

Way I whip it motherfucker I can name the price

So I’m breaking mad bread, whether good or bad

Glad or sad, 'til I pull up in that '97 Jag

Deadface off the dope smoke

Foreign model gone off them orange bottle drugs

I introduced her to cocaine in the cuticles

I’m showing you just who is who

Due praise, I’m the highest

A fucking god like Poseidon

I brought that wave that you riding, nigga

17 More Minutes every time, every time you see me

Just know it’s 17 More Minutes you not gon' see me

Global (bitch ass niggas) you know the rest

Still the same nigga mama told you not to hang with

Smoking 'til the whip turn to spaceship

Nigga’s said that I wouldn’t make it

Now I’m getting paid just to say shit

Dope got a nigga with a facelift

Hoes, only know 'em by they faces

Catch a charge, pay the Jew, what it do?

Lawyer beat the shit, no matter what the case is

Plot to hoes with

You would think my vocab float

Whip the color casserole

Posted bumping Chad and Hov

That smoking out, pouring up

Keep that lean up in my cup

X-A-N-A-X in my system

OG kush up in my blunt

Got my heart feeling like a slug

Damn, I think my shit gon' stop

Said you got a problem nigga

When you see me, go and pop

Guaranteed you getting hopped

Cause nigga we don’t do the feds, really

(Weed got me 9th Grade high)

Really

I don’t understand

Stop, spark it, light it back up

Smoking out something

Still throwed off the dope (pour)

Still fucking hoes

Still getting dough

I still be needing more

Still faded, still faded

That don’t mean you made it

I ain’t make this shit so that the radio could play it

So, act like you fucking know

Act like you fucking know, nigga

Nigga, act like you fucking know

Said act like you fucking know

Act like you fucking know, nigga

Act like you fucking know

Said act like you fucking know

Act like you fucking know, nigga

Act like you fucking know

Said act like you fucking know, nigga

Global

(Aight lemme hear it)

This gon' be the RicHie K part 2