Richer Than Him

[Intro]
Ha, ayy
(I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
(Hurt, what it do?)
Phew

[Verse]
You can get whacked (Phew, phew), huh, you can get snatched up quick (You can get snatched up quick)
Y'all just be talkin' to talk (Y'all just be talkin' to—), yeah, I just talk my shit (Yeah, I just talk my shit)
Ayy, them boys, they be cappin', you knew what it was when you walked in this bitch (When you walked in this bitch)
They find out he cappin', they whack him soon as he walk in this (As soon as he walk in this bitch), ha
Yeah, if we find out he lackin', he walk in this bitch, know we takin' his shit (Know we takin' his shit), phew
We got them racks in, "How did it happen?" You know they be askin'
Ayy, these niggas be scared I'ma pass 'em, but fuck it, it already happened (It already happened)
Ha (Ha), y'all boys just be rappin', I'm slidin' the 'cat through traffic (I'm slidin' the 'cat through traffic)

[Bridge]
Ha, double R shit

[Verse 2]
What you spent on that lil' watch, spent that on my closet (That on my—, phew, phew)
His ho know I'm a big dog, that's why she keep callin' (Why she keep callin', uh)
These niggas, they really be fans, that's why I keep ballin' (Ayy, uh)
Huh, fuck it, I'm richer than him (Ha), him, and him (Him and him, ayy)
Look at his pockets on shrimp, my shit a blimp (My shit a blimp), look like a pimp (Huh, yeah)
I don't even scam, I fuck wit' the scammers, my brother, he scam (My brother, he scam)
Go get your mans, yeah, see on the gram just act like a fan, huh
Ayy, I'm wit' my fans at the show, damn, we rock like a band (Rock like a band)
Oh, that's your ho at the show? She let me hit (She let me hit), huh, ayy, she let me hit (Yeah)
Look at my wrist, it's hit (Look at my wrist, it's—), look at my wrist, it's lit (Look at my wrist, it's—, ayy)
Look at my wrist, it's lit (Look at my wrist), it's hittin', yeah, for sure (Huh, for sure)
Look at my bitch, she rich (Huh), yeah, huh, for sure (Damn)
Look at yo' ho, she hit as fuck, my ho tote my pole (My ho tote my pole)
Nigga, these pockets, they hit as fuck (Yeah), yeah, just like his ho (Yeah, just like his ho)
And all of his bros (And all of his—)
You know I'm gettin' poles inside all my shows
You know I'm countin' racks, can't even answer the phone (Can't even answer the phone, huh)
And that nigga been rappin' for years and he ain't even on (He ain't even on, ha)

[Outro]
Double R shit
Broke-ass nigga
He ain't even on
Ha, he ain't even on
Ayy, he ain't