Rich Dork

[Intro] Boy, fuck you, nigga Taah [Chorus: Smokingskul] Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand I smoke blacks like the Klan I got a Glock, you got a pan Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan He saw the .30 and that fuck nigga ran You is not that guy, you is not that man I [?] These niggas don't show up like Carti for Onyx I was reading these niggas cards before Phonics I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade [Verse: Smokingskul] What? Lil' nigga got jugged, hooray Turn you to a meme like you v.rxyyy We gon' leave that boy head on the freeway Niggas only be foolish, the E-way What? You don't have my support, I'm not D-Wade What? And these niggas don't have my support Fuck the judge, fuck thе court How you street and report? Gucci shades, I'm a rich dork (Boy, fuck you, nigga) [Chorus: Smokingskul] Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand I smokе blacks like the Klan I got a Glock, you got a pan Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan He saw the .30 and that fuck nigga ran You is not that guy, you is not that man I [?] These niggas don't show up like Carti for Onyx I was reading these niggas cards before Phonics I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade [Verse: Rx Papi] Hundred round drum, I could shoot for days The Glock give a bitch a Boosie fade These Cartier's, not Gucci frames So Icey like Gucci Mane Get too close, they shoot your brain One flick of the switch, you'll lose your brain Big body car, swerve through the lane Before a rap deal, the jewelry came I'm not talkin' 'bout this chain on my neck In the courtroom, that's where the jewelry came These niggas like to play dirty games Get locked up and say thirty names I'm high, I'm swerving in and out of lanes In this game, nigga, you gotta know your lane I gotta pop pain pills to stay sane I don't fuck with these niggas, they ain't like me My car is gas but I smoke hybrid Wrists in the bowl, Pap' wildin' AP off a brick of fetti Walk in this bitch like Tino Andretti Auntie get high, think she sexy Think she my bitch the way she text me (Fuck you, nigga) [Chorus: Smokingskul] Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand I smoke blacks like the Klan I got a Glock, you got a pan Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan He saw the .30 and that fuck nigga ran You is not that guy, you is not that man I [?] These niggas don't show up like Carti for Onyx I was reading these niggas cards before Phonics I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade