RICHES TO RAGS

RICHES TO RAGS LYRICS:
[Hook]
Riches to Rags, uh
Riches to rags, yeah
Riches to rags
Riches to Rags

[Verse 1]
I don’t talk a lot
To the night stick pigs
But I could tell a lie
To a white lil bitch
Cause I swear to god
Wanna right my sins
When she recline my seat
And reach to
Top my shit
But I never seek peace with
The opposite
When I speak
They always seem to think
I’m talkin shit
Hate my face
And wanna scrape it
On the block and shit
Cause I reciprocate
All of that hostile shit
They been giving me
Feeling me?
All that energy weak
You got a problem?
You could say that shit directly to me
Up in your whip
Cause you can’t stand
A fucking lick
In the streets
A lot to say cause
I done recognized
That badge is the key, uh
Cause freedom ain’t free
But shit it be close
When you chopping it up
With the judge
Making toasts
Cause you slid em a kilo
And bought him a boat
Now you tripping off
Who fit they dick in the most
Y’all disgusting like hoes!
And got nothing to show!
Cause your kids are just spending
Them hunnids at shows
Just to catch all the sweat
At the front of them rows
Call it polar express
Way we runnin them hoes
And I’m guessing you never
Had none of them hoes
Why you stressing off shit
You can’t ever control
And you never made peace with
Them demons you hold
So you reaching to see me
Without no parole
But I’m over this shit
Ain’t no closure with shit
When it’s over
Just know that
You holding my dick
Cause I’m fucking the system
And when it be over
Make sure that
The POTUS throw dough
For my whips
But I really ain’t with the material shit
So I give to the people
Like here are my whips
Why you puffing the bong
You ain’t clearing the shit
Boy you taking too long
I ain’t hearing the shit
I won’t listen to punk
Mother fuckers
Who wanna assume
But ain’t never experienced shit
So give me the swiffer
I sweep em
Then dip with his bitch
Got my kids on her
Camera lens
Cause she making a flick
To show all of her friends
And she know
I ain’t famous but wanna pretend
Cause I paint her like I was an artist
But man
If this Bitch throw a fit
I won’t call her again

[Hook]
Riches to Rags, uh
Riches to rags, yeah
Riches to rags
Riches to Rags

[Verse 2]
Was never a misfit
Cause I never fit in
But would only get shit
When I had to pretend
Said fuck this
I’m above this
Never trust a bitch
Less she bustin’
And rollin up like 3 grams
When we fuckin’ swear I need
At least like 3 hands
Got pussy on demand
You pussy
And weak handed
Severing the ties
That “oh shit, I landed”
Brand it, you bandit
Lapband around that bitch
And she stand it, uh
Can’t stand mic stand
I hand this
Handstand around that bitch
And I’m handsome, uh
Yeah
Can’t stand all this shit
I got the package
I’m packin’ yo bitch
Pack up the shotty
In back of the whip
And that bitch riding shotty
You know she got dick
In her mouth, uh
Figured it out
I want them o’s
In my bid bank account
Big bank accounts
And I’m rollin it out
Like the fucking red carpet
A big star right now
Uh uh
Stars in the wraith
I’m tryna chill
Y’all got me like aye
Got me like aye
Got me like aye!

[Hook]
Riches to Rags, uh
Riches to rags, yeah
Riches to rags
Riches to Rags