rich homie quan - 34 lyrics
[intro]
30, you a fool for this one
[chorus]
herschel walker, used to ride that marta, yeah, that thirty-four
pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
church in session, talk sh-t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
we been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, i gotta have it
neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
you work at lids, puttin’ sh-t on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’ (talk your sh-t, rich homie)
[verse 1]
pulled up in that benz, i hopped out perfect (i hopped out clean)
tried to rob me, you got k!lled, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
might buy that maybach, i grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, n-gga)
and when i get it, i’ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
you can’t tell a n-gga like me sh-t (nah)
i ain’t have it all when i was little (nope)
sixteen years old, drinkin’ liquor (what?)
i ain’t never ever touched a beer (ha)
i ain’t never ever touch a mill’ (never)
till i stayed down and start rappin’ (i stayed down, n-gga)
then i turned my dreams into reality (that right too), i rode that
[chorus]
herschel walker, used to ride that marta, yeah, that thirty-four
pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
church in session, talk sh-t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
we been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, i gotta have it
neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
you work at lids, puttin’ sh-t on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’
[verse 2]
we were growin’ up, fightin’ when we were kids (yeah)
remember some nights where we ain’t eat? (ayy)
i was holyfield, hustlin’ in the trap (truth)
they was mike tyson, bitin’ on the kid (ayy, mike)
i remember tryin’ to get rich (hey)
smokin’ two for fives of the mid (woo)
never had nothing growin’ up (nah)
n-gga, don’t be surprised when i get it (ayy)
where were you when i was on my d-ck? (woo)
i was so broke, i needed fix (yup)
reminiscin’ ’bout me growin’ up
you know i hate to talk about this sh-t (i do)
load the ten and walked up out the b-tch (ten)
stripper fame, tryin’ to see who gettin’ it (ha)
walkin’ around with that thang on me
and you know i got my license for this b-tch (rich homie, baby)
[chorus]
herschel walker, used to ride that marta, yeah, that thirty-four
pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
church in session, talk sh-t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
we been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, i gotta have it
neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
you work at lids, puttin’ sh-t on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’
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