Like Yoga Rich The Kid & BIA

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Realest)
(HitKidd, what it do, man?)
You dig?
Gotta let the beat breathe
Huh, woo
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Who made 'em wanna be a boss and ride in the B? (Skrrt)
The truth with a capital T (T)
All these young niggas wearing plain janes 'cause of me (Me)
I dance on the beat like Michael (Michael)
Crash in the bitch, need Geico (Geico)
Need a crib in MIA, oh (Yeah)
They was sleepin' on me, that's alright though (Alright)
In Atlanta, I had a lil' condo (Condo)
Know I kept me a .9 like Rondo (Grrah)
Know I had to get rich like pronto (Pronto)
When you send your addy, better lay low (Lay low)
Now I mix the Keisha with a Faygo (Yeah)
I see through 'em like a bagel (Bagel)
Pockets looking like they prego (Ha)
Bust in it like a Draco (Draco)
Pull up with a Cuban, no link
Ain't gotta rap just to get it, the fuck did you think? (Think)
I just might need a shrink (Shrink)
All these racks on me, I'ma need a Brinks (For real)
I'ma need a hundred mill' for the label (Label)
Throwin' up these hundreds, she gon' need a raincoat
Round of applause how she clap it
Thought she a dancer, but she an actress
Hit her on the couch, not the mattress (Mattress)
All of my watches, they factory (Factory)
I know you ain't workin' as hard as me (No)
These niggas be hatin' because it's free (Hatin')
Your bitch, she callin', she want the D (Your bitch)
Really, she like me 'cause I'm a G (Woo)