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getrichzay - draymond green lyrics

[intro: getrichzay]
(ayo, patt, let me hear that)
(selfish down)
ayy, turn me up
don’t turn me down, i say
hol’ on, all ’em n+ggas dead, i don’t give a f+ck
what the f+ck, b+tch?

[chorus: getrichzay]
yeah, run down, zip his ass up like amiri jeans (aight, come on)
yeah, swear i’m high as f+ck in here, i can’t feel a thing (aight, come on)
foreign b+tch and she thick as h+ll, i think she feelin’ p (aight, come on)
yeah, she know that a n+gga be ballin’ like draymond green (aight, come on)
faceshot gang, we just got that lo’, you know what the f+ck that mean (aight, come on)
up that chop, know that b+tch came with a scope, know that b+tch came with a beam (aight, come on)
[verse 1: getrichzay]
young n+gga doin’ whatever i want, b+tch treat mе like a king (aight, come on)
i just paid eight hundrеd for this cup, better not kick this lean (let’s go, come on, aight, come on)
ayy, b+tch, this a hundred+dollar blunt, this designer weed (aight, come on)
ayy, got my gl!cks on me whenever, we all on shoppin’ spree (bah, aight, come on)
yeah, b+tch, i’m thuggin’, you know i’m a gangster, i come from pilot street (aight, come on)
yeah, glizzy gang, you know it’s one up top, i ain’t gotta c+ck this heat (aight, come on)
yeah, thinkin’ with his d+ck, might use me a ho, watch he get rocked to sleep (bye+bye)
yeah, we gon’ rock him like a baby, rockin’ straight to sleep (bye+bye)
aight, come on, young n+gga be lackin’, thinkin’ with his d+ck (i don’t know why)
i don’t know why these n+ggas be out here cappin’, like they ain’t on sh+t

[chorus: getrichzay & 1504 mutebaby]
yeah, run down, zip his ass up like amiri jeans (aight, come on)
yeah, swear i’m high as f+ck in here, i can’t feel a thing (aight, come on)
foreign b+tch and she thick as h+ll, i think she feelin’ p (aight, come on)
yeah, she know that a n+gga be ballin’ like draymond green (aight, come on)
faceshot gang, we just got that lo’, you know what the f+ck that mean (aight, come on)
up that chop, know that b+tch came with a scope, know that b+tch came with a beam (grrt, grrt, grrt, came with a beam, grrt, grrt)

[verse 2: 1504 mutebaby]
like, come on, opp n+ggas know that sound is how we clap the scene (how we clap his ass)
all these guns came equipped (guns came, the f+ck?), armed like a soldiery (like a soldiery)
ridin’ all ’round two guns (’round two guns), they would think a young n+gga bangin’ b (think i’m murderin’)
my crew ho stay with it on her (stay with it on her), got a glock with blues in the double c (in the double c)
police heard it’s murder from how a young walk down for a coke piece (walk his ass down, woah)
paper tag how we hit a n+gga block (yeah), smash off from the scene (smash off)
smash off from the scene (smash off, skrrt), roll up a hawk, then pour a four of lean (pour a four)
ayy, me and zay, young rich shooters (me and zay), b+tch hold carti’, join the team (join the team)
wanna dive on perc’ tens? d+mn, my wife turned to a fiend (fiend)
yeah, where my mask? (where my mask?), check this one ho, still turned to a fiend (turned to a fiend)
yeah, she know i’m don (she know i’m don), d+mn, they know i’m hawk (they know i’m hawk)
please call the drac’ babydrill (babydrill), 7.62 gen through your wall (bah)
p+ssy, they don’t call me mute (shh, shh), none of this rap shut up your dog (shut up)
we known to hop block in this chopper (grah, grah), young n+gga run and fall (bah, bah)
aight, come on (aight, come on), long as they told me, my n+gga in the clique (right in the clique)
p+ssy n+gga in the spot, broke as h+ll, tryna get off his hip (tryna get off his hip)
aight, come on (aight, come on), babe, i tell her that i just walked the n+gga (i tell her, i tell her, yeah)
heard that his ass got’ stay with one in the head, had to tap n+gga lip (tap n+gga, bet)
yeah, goin’ through pounds on pounds on pounds (pounds, pounds), we get this sh+t off the ship (sh+t off the ship)
b+tch know a young n+gga slaughter gang, she got’ let me f+ck off the tip
they know that’s foreign sh+t in my blunt (foreing sh+t in my blunt), got a thirty+two, no, no clip (grah)
know we walkin’ down, get a n+gga frown, just like one championship (walk down, walk down, walk down)
[outro: 1504 mutebaby]
walk down

- getrichzay lyrics

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