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anti richy - what it is lyrics

[intro: anti richy]
(mia jay c)
anti richy, n+gga
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
tuh

[verse 1: anti richy]
six n+ggas in the booth, what it is?
we all grown, we’ve been thuggin’ since we was kids
huh, i don’t do no cappin’, but i like to shop at lid’s
always stayin’ ten toes, we always standin’ on the biz
yeah, they just poured somethin’ in my pop, look at it fizz
i got a mouthpiece on me, watch how it rizz
i cannot make this sh+t up at all, this how we live
how the f+ck i got motion outside, ain’t left the crib?
yeah, in this b+tch with thirty+two, talkin’ tre sh+t
nah, i ain’t thirty+two, but this a tre hit
look, turn the lights off in our section, we gon’ stay lit
she got that pretty p+ssy cat, won’t let me play with it
i only want it for a minute, ain’t tryna lay in it
but if i blow my back out, i might f+ck around and lay in it
yeah, i’m a different type of breed, i’ll play in it (look)
see, i’ll hit it and i dip, i won’t stay in it

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
huh, sometimes i gotta see to talk so you could understand me
huh, i don’t trip ’bout havin’ friends, i barely f+ck with family
huh, all i sell is bricks and ‘bows, you’d rather run with grammy
huh, every time i count a thousand out, i rubberband it
huh, ‘fore you step inside my house, please remove your shoes
stop actin’ like you catch some pape’, n+gga, that’s toos and fews
i can’t f+ck with edibles ’cause they be too infused
huh, 12 couldn’t get a word out me, i play too confused
huh, my n+gga baby tate writin’ bars in a notepad
how y’all be gettin’ all them strikers without a pro pad?
huh, why every time you be outside, you don’t got no cash?
stop tellin’ me you know rio, b+tch, you don’t know cash
b+tch, you don’t know trell, b+tch, you don’t know will
i could’ve been moved out the hood, i turned down four deals
huh, i can’t split one plate with you, i need more meals
it’s hard for me to go to sleep, but i don’t got no pills
i don’t got no percs, i don’t got no oxys
i done ran out of quagen, i’m finna go wocky (huh)
if i put everything on it, then how it’s your body? (hmm)
rap really somethin’ like a job, this sh+t ain’t no hobby
like, n+gga, this sh+t be payin’ bills
like i ain’t never left the streets, they know my name in hills
huh, how the f+ck you forty+five and you get eight in years?
let the judge say that to you, that sh+t’d break your spirit
come on
[outro: 3200 tre]
real money counter mine sh+t, n+gga
it’s thirty

- anti richy lyrics

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