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[Intro]
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
[Chorus]
Yeah, I came out the trenches, young nigga I had to get it
Now I'm on my road to riches, get plenty, this shit ridiculous
I be high jus' like a hippie, eyes red, I be trippin' (Trippin')
I'ma get rich or die tryin', ridin' 'round wit' a .50
On the motherfuckin' job (Yeah), get a opp dropped
Bad bitch, top notch (Yeah, bitch), make her jaw lock
And my wrist criss-crossed, diamonds jumpin' out my watch
What you doin' in that drop, shit, droppin' off a thot
[Verse 1]
They like "Glock what it cost?", shit, cost to be the boss (What the fuck!)
Young Jack Frost, Mr. Fuck-Up-On-Ya-Spouse (Bitch)
Leave a nut stain on ya couch, damn Glizzock you wildin' out
Bitch you know what I'm about, I was gettin' it in the trap
13 in the trap, F&N on my lap
Perc, beans, and I'm out
That bitch mean wit' the cap
I be t'd when I rap, new teeth 60 thou'
Let it bling, let it blow
You see what I'm talkin' bout
[Chorus]
Yeah, I came out the trenches, young nigga I had to get it
Now I'm on my road to riches, get plenty, this shit ridiculous
I be high jus' like a hippie, eyes red, I be trippin' (Trippin')
I'ma get rich or die tryin', ridin' 'round wit' a .50
On the motherfuckin' job (Yeah), get a opp dropped
Bad bitch, top notch (Yeah, bitch), make her jaw lock
And my wrist criss-crossed, diamonds jumpin' out my watch
What you doin' in that drop, shit, droppin' off a thot
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
[Chorus]
Yeah, I came out the trenches, young nigga I had to get it
Now I'm on my road to riches, get plenty, this shit ridiculous
I be high jus' like a hippie, eyes red, I be trippin' (Trippin')
I'ma get rich or die tryin', ridin' 'round wit' a .50
On the motherfuckin' job (Yeah), get a opp dropped
Bad bitch, top notch (Yeah, bitch), make her jaw lock
And my wrist criss-crossed, diamonds jumpin' out my watch
What you doin' in that drop, shit, droppin' off a thot
[Verse 1]
They like "Glock what it cost?", shit, cost to be the boss (What the fuck!)
Young Jack Frost, Mr. Fuck-Up-On-Ya-Spouse (Bitch)
Leave a nut stain on ya couch, damn Glizzock you wildin' out
Bitch you know what I'm about, I was gettin' it in the trap
13 in the trap, F&N on my lap
Perc, beans, and I'm out
That bitch mean wit' the cap
I be t'd when I rap, new teeth 60 thou'
Let it bling, let it blow
You see what I'm talkin' bout
[Chorus]
Yeah, I came out the trenches, young nigga I had to get it
Now I'm on my road to riches, get plenty, this shit ridiculous
I be high jus' like a hippie, eyes red, I be trippin' (Trippin')
I'ma get rich or die tryin', ridin' 'round wit' a .50
On the motherfuckin' job (Yeah), get a opp dropped
Bad bitch, top notch (Yeah, bitch), make her jaw lock
And my wrist criss-crossed, diamonds jumpin' out my watch
What you doin' in that drop, shit, droppin' off a thot
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