Rich - SOB X RBE

Bitch, when you speakin' on my gang, put some respect on it

Now she lyin' to the boy, I don’t stress on it

Bitch, I don’t need an army with me, to the neck totin'

Whole dick down her throat, leave her neck swollen

P-Lo brought the bass bouncin', throw it back, bitch

Hold up, turn the beat up, this shit slap, bitch

I don’t shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth

Oh, you’ll kill me over that ho?

Bro, you that pissed?

(Nerd)

And nigga, I done spent 'bout thirty on guns

That we don’t flex in videos, we tryna murder your son

Opps had always look at me and they just worried because

So much pain that I had felt, that shit turned me a thug

Get out my ear with all that shit that I don’t wanna hear

If that nigga ain’t bust for me, I don’t wanna be here (Nerd)

Nigga when the head fire, you ain’t gon' wanna steer

And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers

Ayy, I got shooters who gon' catch a whole case in this bitch

Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch

No aim, nigga, ain’t nobody safe in this bitch

I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch

Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again

Hit the bitch and I hit her friend

And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby

Ain’t gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby

Pull up on your block with that show stopper (Bitch)

Chopper make a nigga bounce like a low rider

Niggas say they got a bag, ain’t got one dollar

How you niggas say y’all funkin', ain’t got one problem?

Hit that pussy out the park, I’ma Barry Bonds it

Threw some diamonds on my bitch, now my bitch tryin' it

Catch an M, throw the Glock, then we switch things

Run a nigga off the road, we don’t switch lanes

Ayy, bitch, let me see that big thing (Ayy, bitch)

Ayy, bitch, back back 'cause your shit stink (Bitch)

Same niggas to the death, I don’t switch lanes

In a bitch face yellin', «Bitch,» like Rick James

I ain’t really worried 'bout the half, bitch, pay me

I ain’t givin' no sucker a pass, I ain’t savin'

Thought she was gettin' more than dick, the bitch cravin'

Thought that I really fell in love, bitch brazy (Nope)

Ayy, I got shooters who gon' catch a whole case in this bitch

Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch

No aim, nigga, ain’t nobody safe in this bitch

I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch

Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again

Hit the bitch and I hit her friend

And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby

Ain’t gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby