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getrichzay - talkin' bout lyrics

[intro: getrichzay]
but it if’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out, i’m on the money route, ayy
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out, ayy (quick and good, fam)

[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, i don’t give f+ck what a n+gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n+gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f+ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n+gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n+gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n+gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in a swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f+ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our picturеs (what else?)
ayy, thesе n+ggas hate from them benches
them n+ggas never outside posted in them trenches (ayy)
[verse 1: getrichzay]
ayy, n+ggas just want some attention
i got my fire on me ’cause i feel like it’s tension (no cap)
ayy, i tape a n+gga for pitchin’ (ayy)
but i’m a fly n+gga, b+tch, i feel like a pigeon
ayy, pray to that money like it’s my religion
i got like two shooters in the kitchen (what else?)
i got like three shooters in the backyard, so don’t think you finna catch me slippin’ (ayy, ayy)
ayy, and i got so many different b+tches, i got ’em thinkin’ that a n+gga pimpin’ (ayy)
ayy, thirty+three shots in the glock like pippen
ayy, this b+tch hit, it ain’t doin’ no skip (boom)
this b+tch hit, it ain’t doin’ no jammin’ (brrt)
hop out blammin’ (blam)
i catch an opp, i’ma hop out whammin’ (yeah)
ayy, b+tch, i’m a gangster, real+deal bandit (yeah)
ayy, you ain’t a gangster, you can’t understand me (ayy)
high off a perc’, n+gga, ain’t no landin’
ayy, b+tch, i’m deep in that water like sandy
come do the slice in this sh+t like rémy
i let that chopper sing just like brandy (brrt)
i’m throwin’ bullets like i’m payton man’ (ayy)
beat up they block, n+gga, just like manny
i get to shootin’ sh+t just like danny (swish)

[chorus: getrichzay & setitoff]
ayy, i don’t give f+ck what a n+gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n+gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f+ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n+gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n+gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n+gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f+ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our pictures (yeah, what else?)
ayy, these n+ggas hate from them benches (yeah)
them n+ggas never outside posted in them trenches (ha)
[verse 2: setitoff]
i put a ten on a n+gga head
so don’t be surprised when he come up dead
i’m the one hear from big bro with that yeah (shh)
it would be smoke if it wasn’t for his dreads (ayy)
you can’t hang with me if you ain’t caught a head
ayy, bo take gas, we put sh+t to bed (no cap)
ayy, put sh+t to sleep
i still want all the smoke, b+tch, pull up off the east
ayy, i’m in the mall, racks up, too deep
but you know big 3, i got the glock in the britch (boom)
i’m forever thuggin’, ain’t sh+t to the g (no)
n+gga reach for a chain, that’s when he rest in piece (uh)
ayy, that’s on gunna
still’ll pull up, broad day, drop a hundred
ayy, b+tch, add up three, nothin’ less than a hundred
ayy, i just put d+ck and your b+tch tryna run (go)
ayy, two hundred packs in this b+tch with them gunners (let’s go)
ayy, i’m in this b+tch with them gs, threes
whole lotta glocks, chops, arps (ayy)
whole lotta dead n+ggas, recipes (huh)
and i got like a dub up in my tee (no cap)
i ain’t tryna talk, b+tch, i’m off the lean
i’m tryna bust down off a beam
i’m tryna get bustdowns for the team
you know i want bodies, nothin’ in between
[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, i don’t give f+ck what a n+gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n+gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f+ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n+gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n+gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n+gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in a swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f+ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our pictures (what else?)
ayy, these n+ggas hate from them benches
them n+ggas never outside posted in them trenches

[outro: bos flip]
ayy, ayy, y’all n+ggas ain’t never outside (ayy, ayy)
you comin’ for lil flip himself, man
ayy, ayy, f+ck the four, f+ck the o, f+ck the eight, n+gga
f+ck the, f+ck the seven, n+gga, f+ck ’em
f+ck ’em, long live fifty, b+tch
ayy, and we push up on anybody too, b+tch
and we don’t rap beef, n+gga, stop that sh+t, man
stop playin’, n+gga

- getrichzay lyrics

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