Idk Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon' stop shit
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit
[Verse 1]
Tone, me, and RenKеn, we slidin', nigga, that's 'bout four switch
We all f*cked thе same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no mix
Had a mission set up by the club, I'm lookin' like, "Where my ho went?"
Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should've blocked your ass
Set a rich nigga up, bitch, I would've bought a bag
Your last nigga was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash
Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"
Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag
Nigga say he want some smoke, f*ck 'round, leave him coughin' bad
Thuggin' on the block with the older niggas, that's where I got my swag
f*cked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast

[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

[Verse 2]
Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these niggas be on some poor shit
Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga, I never wrote shit
Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit
I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick
I ain't dappin' them niggas up, I don't even know jit
f*cked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"
Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked
[Chorus]
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

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