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rich sinners - drop1 lyrics

[verse 1: drop1]
i know yall heard about that news, we hit that block from every angle
four n*ggas jump out, somebody got chased
why the f*ck we blaming [?] he the one that caught that facial
we leave n*ggas, ian even bout to say it ian [?]
tell him up his rank he get like 3 or 4 you might just up ya stock
i think about switchy ever time a n*gga text me swaps
playing with his life, he made a diss, that n*gga felt this hot
i’m feeling for ‘eem, how he inna beef and died at his job?
i’ve been waiting for a drop, the only thing i want for christmas
bend that block yall know to up that number [?]
yall know that’s 4 [?] had to tell him watch his footsteps before i trip ’em
bta i know how to takе it off my pants and get to whipping [?]
we get anothеr point [?] ball
ot walk around with that pound ain’t nothing small
let it rain, imma change the weather every time they fall
no precision he got trapped in the corner like a wall
if it’s money on his head ain’t no buying i collect
he got hit up in designer, he was dripping on the steps
demon tapped it on his chest, i had to tell him i got next
hit the lid [?] make it back
yea i say 3 to the chest 1 to the neck he went straight to sleep
sosa said you running too fast he might just trip ya feet
he in the wrong place the wrong time that’s how you end your week
bro 30 banging with a 17, he kinda like to creep
i know a n*gga, seen his homie fall i ain’t see the jeep
i know. a n*gga, clutched on the wheel and met the arp
he ain’t catch no body on us so i can’t say its beef
he took the wrong step the f&n start biting through his tee
[verse 2: rell sosa]
ay let me out, there he go right there i’m chasing on my feet
jumping out, caught 2 for 1 the n*gga fall that sh*t [?]
bro a headbussa watch a n*gga crawl he stood on top
i don’t need to finger f*ck i got a b*tton on my glock
this a man’s game bro a jack said that n*gga always foulin
set this pick, ima then go and tap his head like i was giannis
they don’t got no b’s n*gga stop that cap, like why you lying
leave sh*t in the street n*gga dropped his gen he out of pocket
on my murder sh*t bounce hitting vics, and tappin hats
yea we been on sh*t since 2021 go check the stats
in 2020 i was on the bed couldn’t even leave the step
drench a n*gga then put him straight to bed like let hit him rest
i’m so deep into this sh*t i’ve been on 10 like i’m a vet
we paint faces red, get up close then let that fully tap
i don’t stop for sh*t, if the law d*cked then it’s a chase
i get super high i smoke on dead guys to the face
they so traumatized they don’t even come outside no more
but thatt’s cool too cause we gon bring the murder to his door
that sh*t did him sad, they left they lil brother on that floor
giving headtaps, hit a n*gga leg then run him down
all he heard was bullets flying past his ears that sh*t was loud

- drop1 lyrics

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