"Richest In the Lot" lyrics
(feat. rodneyy)
[xaviersobased:]
She don't even gotta pick and choose, she already know who better
Gotta [?] compresser for the K up off the dresser
I don't care if I'm disrepspectful, I don't care how I address you
They call me ranch how I be dressin'
Get the bread, I'm never stressin'
Tote a Smith & Wesson
Fuckin' on yo' bitch, that bitch said that I'm the bestest
Safe sex, I could never get a bitch pregnant
[?] tattle for a compensation if [?] too aggressive
Yeah, bitch, I brought my Glock, we ain't fightin', this ain't Tekken
Pass me the chop, finna tweak, no second guessin'
You gon' fold when I pull out, boy, I reckon
Pull up like a wrecking ball, pussy boy, I'm breakin'
Pussy boy, I'm workin', precision like a surgeon
You a cop, you's a sergeant
Niggas on the sideline watchin' me while I'm parkin'
Yeah, they checkin' out the whip
And this bitch up on my bitch
Forgiato rims
On my shit, on my shit, on my shit
On my— on my bullshit, on my— on my bullshit
On my shit, on my shit, on my shit
On my— on my bullshit, on my— on my bullshit
[rodneyy:]
Pull up, brand new Lamb', got all these bad hoes and God damn
Thought I was hittin' on cam', I had to pass it to my fam'
Pull up and you might get blammed, and I bet we ain't get to chat
Yo' wifey follow me all around the world like a stand, ayy, ayy
She said yo' ass was a simp, uh
I'm in my room gettin' higher than a blimp, uh
Bro off the shrooms and he walkin' with a limp
But we both fitted so we lookin' like some pimps
Ayy, big stacks, we look like the richest in the lot
We look like the richest in the lot, damn
She see my car and I bet she gon' say, "God damn"
Pull up on yo' [?], I [?]
Good with the score, man, we gon' up the score, man
Wanna go to hell, man? Let's go put 'em down, uh
When I'm in the Lamb' got yo' [?] on my— uh, uh
Uh, yeah, shit get crazy, nigga, [?] gang, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
[xaviersobased:]
She don't even gotta pick and choose, she already know who better
Gotta [?] compresser for the K up off the dresser
I don't care if I'm disrepspectful, I don't care how I address you
They call me ranch how I be dressin'
Get the bread, I'm never stressin'
Tote a Smith & Wesson
[rodneyy:]
Fuck— Brand new Lamb', got all these bad hoes and God damn
Thought I was hittin' on cam', I had to pass it to my fam'
Pull up and you might get blammed, and I bet we ain't get to chat
Yo' wifey follow me all around the world like a stand, ayy
She don't even gotta pick and choose, she already know who better
Gotta [?] compresser for the K up off the dresser
I don't care if I'm disrepspectful, I don't care how I address you
They call me ranch how I be dressin'
Get the bread, I'm never stressin'
Tote a Smith & Wesson
Fuckin' on yo' bitch, that bitch said that I'm the bestest
Safe sex, I could never get a bitch pregnant
[?] tattle for a compensation if [?] too aggressive
Yeah, bitch, I brought my Glock, we ain't fightin', this ain't Tekken
Pass me the chop, finna tweak, no second guessin'
You gon' fold when I pull out, boy, I reckon
Pull up like a wrecking ball, pussy boy, I'm breakin'
Pussy boy, I'm workin', precision like a surgeon
You a cop, you's a sergeant
Niggas on the sideline watchin' me while I'm parkin'
Yeah, they checkin' out the whip
And this bitch up on my bitch
Forgiato rims
On my shit, on my shit, on my shit
On my— on my bullshit, on my— on my bullshit
On my shit, on my shit, on my shit
On my— on my bullshit, on my— on my bullshit
[rodneyy:]
Pull up, brand new Lamb', got all these bad hoes and God damn
Thought I was hittin' on cam', I had to pass it to my fam'
Pull up and you might get blammed, and I bet we ain't get to chat
Yo' wifey follow me all around the world like a stand, ayy, ayy
She said yo' ass was a simp, uh
I'm in my room gettin' higher than a blimp, uh
Bro off the shrooms and he walkin' with a limp
But we both fitted so we lookin' like some pimps
Ayy, big stacks, we look like the richest in the lot
We look like the richest in the lot, damn
She see my car and I bet she gon' say, "God damn"
Pull up on yo' [?], I [?]
Good with the score, man, we gon' up the score, man
Wanna go to hell, man? Let's go put 'em down, uh
When I'm in the Lamb' got yo' [?] on my— uh, uh
Uh, yeah, shit get crazy, nigga, [?] gang, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
[xaviersobased:]
She don't even gotta pick and choose, she already know who better
Gotta [?] compresser for the K up off the dresser
I don't care if I'm disrepspectful, I don't care how I address you
They call me ranch how I be dressin'
Get the bread, I'm never stressin'
Tote a Smith & Wesson
[rodneyy:]
Fuck— Brand new Lamb', got all these bad hoes and God damn
Thought I was hittin' on cam', I had to pass it to my fam'
Pull up and you might get blammed, and I bet we ain't get to chat
Yo' wifey follow me all around the world like a stand, ayy
