PapeMakin - Rich Taste (feat. kjongoooo) Lyrics

Energy Made, this one
Come on
No, hat
Phew,phew
Bitch ride me like a bike, I just want the one night
Can't cuff up on no runner, cause we caught her in a lie
Shorty think it's sweet, but she really know she can die
Swear the hoe think she cold, but she really not at all
He thought it was a brick of dope, but we sold him some dry wall
Shorty suck a lot, we got her turnt off the fireball
Big chop hit his ass, now he tryna run, he fat though
Push up on him in the Ford, never mind, we need a Tahoe
He be talking on the net, how bout you come outside though
And, stop talking, all crazy, I'm tryna pop your cap, bro
I ain't no thug, I be hooper, but I know niggas with guns
If my man's losing, I'm jumping in, it ain't no ones
I be making so much money, I forget to have fun
Niggas forgot how to make money, they don't even got a crumb
Them boys forgot how to learn, that's why they ass so dumb
Never trip on the hoe, cause I can get plenty
Yeah, that choppa hold 50, that means it's a Mickey
Tryna pop at me, boy, you gon' always miss me
Push up on him in the Malibu with 5% Tint
Sleeping on me, boy, you must be off the fent
I can't beef with them boys, they some losers with no money
They laughing on the block while they broke, ain't nothing funny
All I do is make music and hoop, I living
But if it don't work out, I'ma be in that kitchen
Yo bitch loving on me, cause she said I'm the best
She loving on me, cause she know I'm up next
Shorty get to tripping when she off a Percocet
She got a rich taste and she loyal, take her Set
Yop, yop, yop, this ain't no Smith & Wesson
You know I'm toting on that tech
Caught that nigga mans, you know he finna catch him next
I call into the bros, all I do is send that text
We work at Hulmet Lang, but niggas better wear that vest
I send a nigga out that way, I'm trying to leave a nigga stretched
I'm shooting blicky in the crowd, cause nigga I can't even see
Be loading pieces on the site, you know I'm trying to cop a key
Nigga sent us on a lick, he know he gotta pay that fee
I'm always riding behind the tint, nigga, it ain't no killing me
KJ always on go, cause I ain't got no chill in me
Going on another skid, I pull the ski down
I put him on that T, you ain't riding innat striker if you ain't trying to kill me
And if a nigga hit my hat, is you finna kill me
I told my bitch to clutch the blick, she get to bussin' she my 5
Just took another A, I'm riding in that whip wit Baby Slime
How niggas rattin' in that room, when niggas try to do the crime
If niggas scared to tote the blick, nigga, it ain't no point in trying
When I catch Lil Z, I'm a pocket dial a nigga shit
When I catch em' riding down, you know I'm finna park a nigga whip
I can't never ride in fishes, so I always gotta keep the tint
Nigga said smoke with me, you better always keep the blick
We set that play on that nigga, he kept on thinking with his dick