Tyrich$ - What ? Lyrics

Aye

Broke ass niggas

Niggas talking blocks
Boy they not spinning
The way I'm sliding wit this Glock
Have his ass missing
I been balling on these niggas
Like a f*cking piston

Smith
No jr
I been on
Toting this Wesson

Shooter like a priest
He been sending
Family's blessing
Double bS on it
I'm balenciaga stepping
Glock 19
I'm in traffic
With this weapon
Said I'm in traffic with this weapon

I pressed the gas in this cat
And we left em
Smoked a couple
Of his mans
He still ain't get the message
Knock his cap back
Yeah i take him out his fitted

Use to ride in the stoley
Now we pushing in this foreign
Right past the f*cking police
Little bitch back up
You don't know me
I'm getting cheese
No ravioli

2 4s in the cup
Yeah I'm feeling I'm Kobe
This bitch in my business
Yeah she nosy
And I been in this lamb
Lil bitch it aint a pony
Gucci's wit the furs
Got me feeling all cozy

Been balling all year
Cashing shit out
Benihana steak
Getting played out
Interstate hot
Gotta take a Diffrent route
Plug send the pS
Then i ship em out

Run that shit back tell me
How it sound
They didn't understand
But they get me now
Bitch you sucking dick
You talkn bout making out
Every city that I go
I got the the blicky tucked
Bad bitches round wit me
Yeah
You won't catch a duck

I Was playing wit these bitches
Ight that's enough
He was tough on the gram
Got his dawg touched
Now he crying on them socials
Screaming f*ck all us

You just gotta fold once
Then there go the trust
Back to back bentaygas
Bentley trucks
We started getting money
Now
We just don't give a f*ck

Popping out low key
Serving dope to the Feins
All this money I done made
On that stove
Whipping ye
Ship my package out
And it land
No delay

Cheese in my pockets
I ain't talking greenbay
In the back of the back
Yo bitch was sucking me
Smoked a wood went to sleep
Woke up his 3
All this gas in my lungs
Idk how how I breath

On the freeway in this Amg
Hit topping speed
This bitch
Blowing my phone up
Talking bout she Finna block me
Hit her from the back
Left another bitch
Knocked kneed

If Getting bands was sport
Then every coach would try to cop me
These niggas say that I be fly
They try to copy
Si's in his chain
Why his diamonds looking foogy
When you started yelling
Bitch that's where you lost me

Glock sending hooks like he boxing
Stone cold
I ain't talking no Steve Austin
Ran off wit his sack
Shooter mossed him
Green on a nigga
No Boston

Sliding on the opps
We gon pop em
Chain shining
While I let the tech go
Addicted to this lean
Gotta let go

Bad little bitch
Got the best throat
He my slime
Like a lizard
No petco
Shoutout to my plug
He got the best dope

Moving ps
Off a bean
Bitch we rich forever
Yeah we getting to the cream
Blowing back wood smoke
In this all white fit got me feeling
Like the goat

Bitch

In this all white fit got me feeling
Like the goat

Broke ass niggas

Talk that talk nigga Im a let the money speak
You feel me stay out the way make these plays
Uhhuh
Let that shit rock