Richie rich (short rap)

 

Bitch not again,

Thought we could make it to the end

Roll the whole mountain, now I’m on the couch bent

Guess you can call me Richie Rich

I don't really want a bitch

 

Stop lookin at me, I dont know you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Flexing hard,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Like damn mama the reason I work hard

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Lonly and shit,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Y'all can't ever fade that, I don't ever lack shit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Suicide,

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Might as well die

She took all the things I had

Look to the sky

Floating up, now i'm glad

Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track

Like Bobby had Whitney we was cooking up crack

They, look at me crazy, like i'm a maniac

My name trouble I'm a blessing to rap

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Back in town, quit talkin' smack

 

Bitch not again,

Thought we could make it to the end

Roll the whole mountain, now I’m on the couch bent

Guess you can call me Richie Rich

I don't really want a bitch

 

On another verse again

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Man in the mirror, I can’t get my shot again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Then I wait for them days to turn good again

We the Moody, Gucci, Louis and Pucci men

If your mind is on sex you must got ESP then

I'll never call you bitch again

We must, be the flyest of Southerner men