[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Riching you trying to maintain
Hundred benz and balmains
I got a new rollie it's plain
You cooking
I’m fucking your man
They say that I talk about change
Bitch you stop flexing with ranges
Her Rory ain’t driving no range
I bet you shit ain’t gonna change

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Rich The Kid and Guwop
Ground round I got four Glock
Kevin working the safe spot
I’ve been gone cause the block hot
Trappin, ain’t whippin no word
Your riches ain’t bought me a verse
Yow bitch I might lift up your skirt
I’m fucking her making her squirt
Who trippin my phone ringing
She got the dough
I’m dropping her home
I’m fucking that bitch
I won’t pick up the phone (No)
I got the word to fix you
I never grow up as a freestyler
I never grow up as a freestyler
I guess the rest is just history
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