With my dog like Toto, take a photo
Gettin to the chicken yeah we gettin' to the pollo
Nigga talkin' like he big bank, but he poor though
Yeah I'm drinkin' drivin' in a fish tank, watch me pour though
Yeah my whip do mathematics, double roof with a four door
Yeah my blick got all the gadgets, extendo clip with a scope hoe
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, you can tell just by my mojo
She wanna f*ck and I'm like no, no tryna get that throat tho
Blunt of za to the face, now I'm feelin' good
Marathon not a race, Sha'Carri know what's good
All these niggas copy paste, but I control this shit
Ain't no alternate you'll get deleted yeah get folded bitch
I wake up I get the za and then I roll it
My phone gon' always ring, it be some days I can't control it
Take a nap, you know it's potent
I ain't stingy, so who want it?
Still ain't show me my opponent rock NO LOGO like they own it
Ain't smokin' mid don't bring me none you tryna flip
From Monday to a Wednesday, me and T smoke a zip
Know it's Dutch Gang, but I'm stuffin' so it's woods up to my lip
I be thinkin' bout my brothers on them days I wanna sip
You still get frontin' nothing to show go get a job
Still free the guys that boy a killer but he robbed
Me and T got so high, can't drive the car without the fob
And I put that on my head, I'll sell a brick before a job
Aye this beat got some bounce to it
Just bought a pack of woods, put an ounce to it
Lil' nigga try me, send 40 rounds to him
She tried to make it clap, I had no sound to it
Broke bitch tryna fit in with the bad bitches
You the type of nigga never really had bitches
So every time you lose one, you turn sad nigga
Ain't a dummy, so your lady I might crash, nigga
I'm higher than an astronaut tryna find space
I treat hoes like pimples bitch get out my face
If a name ain't Anejo I'll never chase
Anybody causin' drama, get they ass erased, hating a disgrace
If him was a person, it'll be me
The shades I got on cost a lot, see life in 3D
You slow-mo niggas still livin' this shit in 3G
Just talkin' my shit, makin' everything look so easy
Yeah, one to one, one to none
Call me with the play, I'ma get it done
Lil' nigga say he ain't got a budget, man that shit ain't fun
Run it up, y'all ain't really done enough
Whip your ass like I was your daddy, y'all ain't sonin' us
Good money baby come and get a bag with us
Ask me what's my occupation I say I'ma cash getter
Used to keep a skinny with me, but my new chick ass bigger
Watch your step around my city you can't get no pass nigga
Y'all be out of pocket with the broke shit man that ain't a vibe
F*ck around with the good mob we f*ck around and slide
Nigga think he gangsta he ain't bout it, that boy telling lies
Ask your bitch about me Kevin Gates, no I don't get tired
SHA'CARRI RICHARDSON (feat. Meet SJones, ChefBeeze & THANKYOU TRAPHOUSE) Video (MV)
Performed By: LordBlessTheFre$h
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: D Williams, J Berry, S Jones, T Clinton
LordBlessTheFre$h - SHA'CARRI RICHARDSON (feat. Meet SJones, ChefBeeze & THANKYOU TRAPHOUSE) Lyrics
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With my dog like Toto, take a photo
Gettin to the chicken yeah we gettin' to the pollo
Nigga talkin' like he big bank, but he poor though
Yeah I'm drinkin' drivin' in a fish tank, watch me pour though
Yeah my whip do mathematics, double roof with a four door
Yeah my blick got all the gadgets, extendo clip with a scope hoe
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, you can tell just by my mojo
She wanna f*ck and I'm like no, no tryna get that throat tho
Blunt of za to the face, now I'm feelin' good
Marathon not a race, Sha'Carri know what's good
All these niggas copy paste, but I control this shit
Ain't no alternate you'll get deleted yeah get folded bitch
I wake up I get the za and then I roll it
My phone gon' always ring, it be some days I can't control it
Take a nap, you know it's potent
I ain't stingy, so who want it?
Still ain't show me my opponent rock NO LOGO like they own it
Ain't smokin' mid don't bring me none you tryna flip
From Monday to a Wednesday, me and T smoke a zip
Know it's Dutch Gang, but I'm stuffin' so it's woods up to my lip
I be thinkin' bout my brothers on them days I wanna sip
You still get frontin' nothing to show go get a job
Still free the guys that boy a killer but he robbed
Me and T got so high, can't drive the car without the fob
And I put that on my head, I'll sell a brick before a job
Aye this beat got some bounce to it
Just bought a pack of woods, put an ounce to it
Lil' nigga try me, send 40 rounds to him
She tried to make it clap, I had no sound to it
Broke bitch tryna fit in with the bad bitches
You the type of nigga never really had bitches
So every time you lose one, you turn sad nigga
Ain't a dummy, so your lady I might crash, nigga
I'm higher than an astronaut tryna find space
I treat hoes like pimples bitch get out my face
If a name ain't Anejo I'll never chase
Anybody causin' drama, get they ass erased, hating a disgrace
If him was a person, it'll be me
The shades I got on cost a lot, see life in 3D
You slow-mo niggas still livin' this shit in 3G
Just talkin' my shit, makin' everything look so easy
Yeah, one to one, one to none
Call me with the play, I'ma get it done
Lil' nigga say he ain't got a budget, man that shit ain't fun
Run it up, y'all ain't really done enough
Whip your ass like I was your daddy, y'all ain't sonin' us
Good money baby come and get a bag with us
Ask me what's my occupation I say I'ma cash getter
Used to keep a skinny with me, but my new chick ass bigger
Watch your step around my city you can't get no pass nigga
Y'all be out of pocket with the broke shit man that ain't a vibe
F*ck around with the good mob we f*ck around and slide
Nigga think he gangsta he ain't bout it, that boy telling lies
Ask your bitch about me Kevin Gates, no I don't get tired
Gettin to the chicken yeah we gettin' to the pollo
Nigga talkin' like he big bank, but he poor though
Yeah I'm drinkin' drivin' in a fish tank, watch me pour though
Yeah my whip do mathematics, double roof with a four door
Yeah my blick got all the gadgets, extendo clip with a scope hoe
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, you can tell just by my mojo
She wanna f*ck and I'm like no, no tryna get that throat tho
Blunt of za to the face, now I'm feelin' good
Marathon not a race, Sha'Carri know what's good
All these niggas copy paste, but I control this shit
Ain't no alternate you'll get deleted yeah get folded bitch
I wake up I get the za and then I roll it
My phone gon' always ring, it be some days I can't control it
Take a nap, you know it's potent
I ain't stingy, so who want it?
Still ain't show me my opponent rock NO LOGO like they own it
Ain't smokin' mid don't bring me none you tryna flip
From Monday to a Wednesday, me and T smoke a zip
Know it's Dutch Gang, but I'm stuffin' so it's woods up to my lip
I be thinkin' bout my brothers on them days I wanna sip
You still get frontin' nothing to show go get a job
Still free the guys that boy a killer but he robbed
Me and T got so high, can't drive the car without the fob
And I put that on my head, I'll sell a brick before a job
Aye this beat got some bounce to it
Just bought a pack of woods, put an ounce to it
Lil' nigga try me, send 40 rounds to him
She tried to make it clap, I had no sound to it
Broke bitch tryna fit in with the bad bitches
You the type of nigga never really had bitches
So every time you lose one, you turn sad nigga
Ain't a dummy, so your lady I might crash, nigga
I'm higher than an astronaut tryna find space
I treat hoes like pimples bitch get out my face
If a name ain't Anejo I'll never chase
Anybody causin' drama, get they ass erased, hating a disgrace
If him was a person, it'll be me
The shades I got on cost a lot, see life in 3D
You slow-mo niggas still livin' this shit in 3G
Just talkin' my shit, makin' everything look so easy
Yeah, one to one, one to none
Call me with the play, I'ma get it done
Lil' nigga say he ain't got a budget, man that shit ain't fun
Run it up, y'all ain't really done enough
Whip your ass like I was your daddy, y'all ain't sonin' us
Good money baby come and get a bag with us
Ask me what's my occupation I say I'ma cash getter
Used to keep a skinny with me, but my new chick ass bigger
Watch your step around my city you can't get no pass nigga
Y'all be out of pocket with the broke shit man that ain't a vibe
F*ck around with the good mob we f*ck around and slide
Nigga think he gangsta he ain't bout it, that boy telling lies
Ask your bitch about me Kevin Gates, no I don't get tired
Writer: D Williams, J Berry, S Jones, T Clinton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid