Dj Chi - $kwadd lyrics

(J-Hop) [Hook] All I'm really tryna do is rich with my homies On the grind tryna get it got your shorty on me, Steady screaming F the opps till they free my homies All I'm really tryna do is get rich with my homies, x2 [Verse 1] Get Rich muf**a what ya talkin' bout Spit a verse he in a hearse my n***a chalk em out Cause we switch lanes on E, no license tinted window Honda And to add on top of that my pigment no where close to Blanca Blanca, you f** n***as was worried bout Osama? Comin' thru we bomb ya, bombs on Obama Spit like TNT, but we bringing no drama Spit that PCP, that's that angel dust I'm an angel with a angle you can't handle us We dismantle huff, whack rappers on the muhf**in' cameras bruh You gets no love, take Valentines Day up off ya calendar You look like Big Sean do you rap like this? f** that n***a he wish his sh** was nice like this Turn the Mic into a choppa that's a verbal spray You f** rappers need to get the f** up out my way (BK Bambino) [Hook] Ain't nobody really messin' wit get rich and that's just to keep it 100 percent And if a goofy start runnin' they mouth Then my homies they drumming the trumpet a spit You see I'm ballin' you movin' yo' pivot you travel wit snitches you ain't really wit it Models know my lyrics finishin' my sentences V12'n they engine hit it then I'm splitting Banana clip rippin' I'm on a mission If shorty good lookin' she can get the dickens Bet She give me thighs like I'm eatin' chicken Broski gettin' high, he smokin' that midget If you think you fine, then give me the digits When I open blinds Shorty open eyes tell her open wide and give her a present Might just give her seconds Tell her spread the message (Femdot) [Hook] You down with opp? You better not. Or dot lyrically let the metal pop There's a shot. Hold on wait, there's shot. Where's a opp? There's a opp. Now where's the opp Leo a lion. I look the mane. Like a Leo you lying you look like a stain You and gang. x2 Lysol them n***as wipe away. Murder all of you n***as. Here's the burner for all you n***as Praise God the look what he did today Ya'll better go gospel this ain't yo lane. Ya'll Better Kirk Franklin or get out my way Better find God or become prey. God put you on this earth. But put me here to take you n***as away Comparing who ? Man that be hysterical. Evil n***a probably send a bomb threat to your burial What you mean dot ain't dope my n***a. Dot be the rap game pope my n***a. Oh yeah well hears a rope my n***a Choke x5 my n***a. Breath now x2 Dot about to senile Just broke up with my girl about to use your chick for a rebound Cause its get rich though, rolling with some misfits though, what you think we got licks for Chick on my broomstick, get that gold whats that Qudich though Lyrical pistol drop down hit the floor. Get out the way, Mystikal Hold on where yo sister go? Femi home there yo sister go? Wait first before she has to go tell her go grab her clothes Wanna s** me she think I'm on. Wasn't supposed be here. Now I'm finna sleep here, n***a I'm cold now? Well imagine I'm three years Young skinny n***a whereas the body Attention Don't get bodied. Cold case wheres the bodies Rappers sweating where's the molly? (Dj Chi) [Outro]