Lyrical Breakdown of Rich Junkie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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B Noise is in his bag, ay
Killer going crazy
Simo Fre just killed it
Hmm, yeah, yeah
I just popped the 30 pack
.45 by the couch
The fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing, and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie, 'cause I pop Xans
Nigga, fuck yeah
Cause I been that nigga, make her get her Out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol, or I'll bat you with this bottle
I've been on that shit that got me rolling and I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one
'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
I'm in this car with Three tryna get at somethin'
He know to drive, and not to crash, 'cause I'ma hit at somethin'
Bang bang, bang bang, back to back
Pussy niggas throwin' slangs, 'til they checked
What about all that shit that you was talking?
I'm tryna hear 'bout that
Shoot that bitch all in his motherfuckin' facе tats, nigga
Fuck ya clique, y'all niggas pussy
We them rеal gravediggers
Probably vibe with me, if you ever see me do my fuckin' ritual
You a body, if I ever catch your pussy ass slipping
I just popped the 30 pack
.45 by the couch
The fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing, and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie, 'cause I pop Xans
Nigga, fuck yeah
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol, or I'll bat you with this bottle
I've been on that shit that got me rolling and I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one
'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
These niggas be sipping and sipping, they lying
I know they ain't drinkin' no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah
Told me what ya said
You pussy niggas ain't got more riches, boy ya left for dead
I ain't putting out all my money, y'all go ask the fucking feds
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off, shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off, shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something
Huh
Ole bitch ass
I've been seeing
I've been seeing these bitch ass niggas talkin' 'bout
"Put it on the floor"
All y'all, all y'all niggas bitches
Bitch ass nigga, it's already on head
The fuck you talking 'bout boy?
It's 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang
I just popped the 30 pack
.45 by the couch
The fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing, and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie, 'cause I pop Xans
Nigga, fuck yeah
'Cause I been that nigga make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol, or I'll bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on this shit that got me rolling and I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one
'cause this a downer, and you ain't built like my body