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spider gang – get rich or die cryin lyrics

[intro: cxrpse & lil darkie]
spider gang
on my rich n+gga sh+t (ayy), rich n+gga sh+t (ayy)
rich n+gga sh+t, uh (ayy), rich n+gga, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: cxrpse & lil darkie]
whole gang full of rich n+ggas, i don’t f+ck with b+tch n+ggas
if you ain’t rich, get the f+ck out of the crib n+gga (yeah)
ring+ring (h+llo?)
that’s somebody callin’
rich as f+ck, i’m ballin’
all up, we maulin’
on my rich n+gga sh+t, get off a rich n+gga d+ck
i’ma buy a new watch just to p+ss on a b+tch (yeah)
all these n+ggas hatin’ on a young n+gga comin’ up
see my bank account i run it up, go to functions and i f+ck it up
the labels say they’ll do this for some money, i said, “f+ck it”
get a rich n+gga big, count [?] said, “f+ck a budget”
everything that cost money, f+ck you n+gga, we done done it
no, i’m serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (ahhhh! yeah)
[verse 2: lil darkie]
rich n+gga (huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
i got money, i got drugs, i got opioids, n+gga
this here amount of cocaine is copious, n+gga
talkin’ sh+t ’bout rich n+ggas, glock open this n+gga (blah, blah)
you could get pocked with a stick (yeah)
all these rappin’ ass internet n+ggas is broke than a b+tch (punk ass n+ggas, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
they don’t even got material possessions
had to cut off h+lla n+ggas, tired of hearing your depression (depressed ass n+gga, ayy)
she shakin’ ass (uh+uh)
i can’t hear you broke n+ggas talkin’ off the gas
it’s too loud for me to pass, that’s an impossible task
spider gang get your b+tch wet so we can help her make a splash (ayy, ayy)
actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u+ (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
i got h+lla hoes, man, i got h+lla bricks
p+ssy, if you ain’t rich get the f+ck up out the crib
i+i+i be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin’
tr+trill ass junkie off the juul still tippin’ (yeah)
playin’ with my money, i’ma leave your ass a victim (okay)
ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
beamy got everything was ever in existence (gucci)
all this sh+t i got, i’ma give it to my children
t+tequila and some coke, flyin’ out to méxico
i remember at the store, used to hit the texaco
i been flyin’ off a boat, so much cash i got a moat
i been sellin’ all this dope, i be getting all these bands
i been makin’ h+lla racks, i can finally wipe my ass
if a p+ssy talkin’ sh+t, i’ma put him in the grass
just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can’t control us, haha
[outro: bruhmanegod]
nah, but for real, like, we didn’t really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh+t, you feel me? like, they really make us do sh+t, like, they keep us locked in f+cking cages, they f+cking hit us with cattle prods all f+cking night, i haven’t slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!

- spider gang lyrics

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