Dead Friends Lyrics – Rich The Kid
Dead Friends Lyrics – Rich The Kid
Song Details:
Song: Dead Friends
Artist: Rich the Kid
Album: The World Is Yours
Released: 2018
Genre: Hip-hop/rap
Dead Friends Lyrics
You lil’ niggas man you lil’ niggas is little
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big big boss CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit you dig?
Pour a four shit
Mustard on the beat ho
You little niggas little niggas
My check bigger check bigger
Can’t flex nigga flex
Can’t bet witcha huh
Teach you how to be a boss boss top dropped off skrrt
Motherfuck the fame I done came to the vault for what
All them dead friends dead
You a middleman what
You a little man little huh
Your money getting shorter shorter
My bitch from ‘cross the water bitch
Teach you how to count it yeah all about it better boss up rich
Put my pride to the side side I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry let them pussy niggas die
Ayy Bentley matte black skrrt ooh different kind of fabric
CEO status huh all my niggas savage what
You niggas’ll change for fame fame
This a sad game sad game
This the fast lane skrrt
Dug up money with the shovel shovel I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb’ yeah
What you been sayin’ yeah? What you been sayin’ yeah?
Ooh it’s the gang yeah gang
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit grra
You could get your wig split your wig split
Couple mil on that deal nigga deal nigga
I’m a boss my whole team countin’ still nigga rich
You little niggas little niggas
My check bigger check bigger
Can’t flex nigga flex
Can’t bet witcha huh
Teach you how to be a boss boss top dropped off skrrt
Motherfuck the fame I done came to the vault for what
All them dead friends dead
You a middleman what
You a little man little huh
Your money getting shorter shorter
My bitch from ‘cross the water bitch
Teach you how to count it yeah all about it better boss up rich
Pull up with the drama drama
Better be movin’ proper what
Better use a yoppa grra
We ain’t playin’ fair you a teddy bear teddy
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit bullshit they pullin’ up quick quick
Like a forest so many sticks sticks
That’s that tragic shit tragic shit
I got the baddest bitch baddest
Yeah yeah yah
Yeah yeah quarter mil on my car yeah quarter milli
Drippin’ in Chanel that’s a bar yeah that’s a bar
Come to Rich Forever be a star yeah be a star
I got too much ice ice
I got I got
Too many probs’ too much paper right rich
You little niggas little niggas my check bigger check bigger
Can’t flex nigga flex can’t bet witcha huh
Teach you how to be a boss boss top dropped off skrrt
Motherfuck the fame I done came to the vault for what
All them dead friends dead you a middleman what
You a little man little huh
Your money getting shorter shorter
My bitch from ‘cross the water bitch
Teach you how to count it yeah all about it better boss up rich…
