"Rich Kidz" lyrics
(What?)
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
Huh, huh, huh, shoutout Apollo, yeah, he be 'onna Bluff
I don't give a fuck 'bout a cop, I break out them cuffs (Nigga, fuck)
What's up with you shawty? I know you wanna come fuck (What's up bae? What's up?)
What's up with you bae? I know you wanna come fuck me (Hol' up)
Yeah, shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' at all (Woo, pussy)
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Say what? What?)
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' at all (At all)
I got so much weed, leaves down, feel like fall (Okay)
I got so much weed, leave you down, it feel like fall (What?)
Go to Supreme, I get my shit for free (Okay)
I fuck on my side, God damn, that bitch is a— uh (Huh, let's go, ha)
I fuck on my side, God damn, that bitch is a freak (Woo-hoo)
I pass that ho' to my brother, I'm feelin' like Pistol Pete (Say what? What?)
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
Told her, "Beef it up," just like Charlie Gang (Just like Charlie Gang)
Shoutout King Slime, he just got me a chain (Slatt, what?)
My side bitch crazy, she tryna fuck some fame (She tryna fuck some fame)
I know you ain't Blood bitch, I know you ain't insane (Blatt)
Whoop whoop, uh, Piru (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I got blicks, shoot your crew (Say what? Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Fuck your ho, she suck me like "ooh" (Let's go, woo-hoo)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', give a fuck 'bout that dude (Say what?)
If yo buddy got smoked, you better do some' 'bout it (Woo)
If you give me your ho (Give me that shit), I'm gon' fuck about it (What?)
I got racks on me (Ra-ra-racks), racks on me, on God
Racks on, racks on me (Say what?)
Racks on me, got Glocks (Woo)
You ain't got Glocks, my stick, it get you mopped (Boop-boop-boop)
I fuck hoes, I fuck hoes every time (Say what?)
I got racks, I got racks, tell your slime (Let's go)
YSL, YSL, I'm so damn slime (YSL)
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
On God, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (What?)
Say what? What? Say what? What?
What? What? What?
Woo-hoo
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
Huh, huh, huh, shoutout Apollo, yeah, he be 'onna Bluff
I don't give a fuck 'bout a cop, I break out them cuffs (Nigga, fuck)
What's up with you shawty? I know you wanna come fuck (What's up bae? What's up?)
What's up with you bae? I know you wanna come fuck me (Hol' up)
Yeah, shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' at all (Woo, pussy)
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Say what? What?)
Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' at all (At all)
I got so much weed, leaves down, feel like fall (Okay)
I got so much weed, leave you down, it feel like fall (What?)
Go to Supreme, I get my shit for free (Okay)
I fuck on my side, God damn, that bitch is a— uh (Huh, let's go, ha)
I fuck on my side, God damn, that bitch is a freak (Woo-hoo)
I pass that ho' to my brother, I'm feelin' like Pistol Pete (Say what? What?)
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
Told her, "Beef it up," just like Charlie Gang (Just like Charlie Gang)
Shoutout King Slime, he just got me a chain (Slatt, what?)
My side bitch crazy, she tryna fuck some fame (She tryna fuck some fame)
I know you ain't Blood bitch, I know you ain't insane (Blatt)
Whoop whoop, uh, Piru (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I got blicks, shoot your crew (Say what? Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Fuck your ho, she suck me like "ooh" (Let's go, woo-hoo)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', give a fuck 'bout that dude (Say what?)
If yo buddy got smoked, you better do some' 'bout it (Woo)
If you give me your ho (Give me that shit), I'm gon' fuck about it (What?)
I got racks on me (Ra-ra-racks), racks on me, on God
Racks on, racks on me (Say what?)
Racks on me, got Glocks (Woo)
You ain't got Glocks, my stick, it get you mopped (Boop-boop-boop)
I fuck hoes, I fuck hoes every time (Say what?)
I got racks, I got racks, tell your slime (Let's go)
YSL, YSL, I'm so damn slime (YSL)
Racks up (Let's go), racks up (Say what?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch (Woo-hoo), racks up (Yeah, jump on it)
Racks up (What? Say what?), racks up (What? Say what? What?)
And I'm rich kid, bitch, racks up (Racks up, say what?)
On God, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (What?)
Say what? What? Say what? What?
What? What? What?
Woo-hoo
