42 & 27 LilRichieX2 (Ft. 24Heavy & Pressa)
"42 & 27" by LilRichieX2 (Ft. 24Heavy & Pressa) is a #HipHop track from 2023 that explores themes of resilience, street life, and loyalty. The lyrics reflect the struggles and triumphs of urban living, with a focus on camaraderie and ambition. The song features a catchy beat and melodic hooks, highlighting the artists' distinct flows. Its cultural impact resonates with fans of the genre, showcasing the realities of their experiences.
[Chorus: Lil Richie & Pressa]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
[Verse 1: Lil Richie]
Bitch, we are thuggin', yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin', that's how we all live
Fuck your 360 deal, no, we want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' [?] fuck a [?]
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young nigga watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get [?] from LA
I don't fuck with niggas, no, they fake
No, these niggas snakes
I'm with my niggas from the 6ix
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you [?]
That's so many mob niggas in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, nigga we done ate, nigga
Won't stop, nigga, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape niggas
Get [?]
Get his phone, put him on a plate, nigga
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
[Verse 1: Lil Richie]
Bitch, we are thuggin', yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin', that's how we all live
Fuck your 360 deal, no, we want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' [?] fuck a [?]
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young nigga watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get [?] from LA
I don't fuck with niggas, no, they fake
No, these niggas snakes
I'm with my niggas from the 6ix
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you [?]
That's so many mob niggas in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, nigga we done ate, nigga
Won't stop, nigga, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape niggas
Get [?]
Get his phone, put him on a plate, nigga
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