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Gucci Mane

Rich Criminals

 

Rich Criminals

(album: So Icy Boyz (Deluxe) - 2021)


(KJ, let the beat knock)

Say, what's the issue? Bitch, I'm thugging with rich criminals (Thugging with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, popping shit, you know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancing, plus I'm clutching, I ain't tucking nothing (Ain't tucking nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)

Ayy, it's gangsters in my section, but these niggas know who run it (Uh-huh)
Bitch, we young, rich, and dangerous, we got choppers, bricks, and money (Choppers, bricks and money)
Yeah, everything a hundred (I know), drum hold a hundred (For sure)
Bitch, you know we lunching, we ain't stepping, ho, we stomping (God damn)
Bro, my dash say two hundred (For real), I can barely whip this bitch (Slow down)
I got rich and got the big head, can't even lift the bitch (God damn)
So much work inside the pot, I need two hands to whip this bitch (You lyin')
'Cause my Hurricane Mitch'll make it easier to flip (Talk to 'em)
It's the Cooter in this bitch, these niggas know I run the town (Facts)
They might think I'm welded to the floor the way I hold it down (God damn)
Ayy, these niggas think they want the smoke until we burn it down (Yeah)
In the steamer with that (Blrrrd), watch it (Blrrrd) cut 'em down, yeah

Say, what's the issue? Bitch, I'm thugging with rich criminals (Thugging with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, popping shit, you know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancing, plus I'm clutching, I ain't tucking nothing (Ain't tucking nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)

Hit your club, you better not grab nothing (Grab nothin')
My lil' nigga fresh up out the hole, say he just stabbed something (Say he just stabbed somethin')
Flawless diamonds hitting up off my neck (Ice, ice), shit cost to scatter some (Ice)
Bitch, it's Thanksgiving in September, got turkey bags, come grab one (Come get one, blrrrd)
Popped out with the cooter (Strap), strapped in the show with a Uzi (The cooter)
Fizzle, he be tripping like he don't rap, he the shooter (Blrrrd, the shooter)
Ayy, my Glock got a cable box, press a button, shoot a movie (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
And drop BIG30 in your club, bet that ho get to moving (Get to movin')
Ayy, that chopper hit his body, twist him up like curly fry (Fry)
My nigga banging Blood, he say he booling, bertified (Bertified)
But 30, know he Cripping, Choppa Gang, he certified (Ayy, ayy, I'm certified)
I'm CMO, I'm GMO, ayy, tell 'em, "Free them guys," blrrrd, blrrrd (Free the guys)

Say, what's the issue? Bitch, I'm thugging with rich criminals (Thugging with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, popping shit, you know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancing, plus I'm clutching, I ain't tucking nothing (Ain't tucking nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)

done

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