Album Name

The World Is Yours 2

Artist

Rich The Kid

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.03.22

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Two cups two sluts Two sluts
Jump right in it like Iike
I'm playin' double dutch Ooh
Whippin' in that pot
I hit it uppercut
Woo woo woo woo
I put my drip up on the plate
she eat it up Hey
Big body keys
the Bentley truck get mounted up
Big body keys
You can't buy me for no million
nigga that ain't enough
That ain't enough
But I only spent a dime to
get your tummy tucked Dime
Nigga done lost your fuckin'
mind tryna beef with us
Lost your mind
We run it up from the ground
nigga don't sleep on us Yeah
LeBron James
none of these niggas ain't equal to us
Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch get hit on the bus Yeah
The bitch a runt a mutt Yeah
Grippin' on my clutch Yeah
Watch that nigga he sus' Yeah
Hard for me to trust Oh yeah
I got the Midas touch
Woo woo woo woo
Bitches seen the milli'
got the bubble guts Milli'
Butterfly doors gotta let 'em up
They takin' pictures of me
hold my Richie up
When I slide in oh she ride in
Knock a nigga off
quick with a light ten
Oh she ride like a pro
get a new Benz
Off the jet to a check
it's a backend
I can't trip I put Fendi on my slips
On my slips
I got gang with me
you might wanna dip
I got plaques on plaques
Maybach way back
Drop a hundred
where my stash spot at Rich
Chain frozen
and I bought my bitch a Range Rover
Woo
Lambo with no top yeah
bitch the game over
Skrrt skrrt hey
Brand new mansion spot
invite the gang over
Gang gang
We ain't soaked
but baguettes look like rain soakin'
Baguettes
Bands out the gym
jumpin' like double dutch
Bands they jumpin'
You kissin' on the bitch
and we gon' split 'em up
Lil' bitch
You got a problem
go and speak it up
Go and speak it up Uh-huh
Why you capping
'cause the money
it ain't big enough
Whoa whoa whoa
Yeah had to cut the middle man
I ain't talking Malcolms
When you put the work in
just look at all the outcomes
When you blessed and favored
these niggas be like How come
Know we quick to fuck these
niggas up like round one
I got no time for hissy fits No
can't count on you you counterfeit
It's just me Offset and Rich
When you lose and win it all
that's a feeling you'll never forget
Graveyard shifts
tales from the crypt
See I'm the boss
no calling sick look
It's just me and all my dogs and
we ridin' like we lawless
She hit me with Let's talk shit
But bitch
you might as well be talking
to a fucking wall
Than to have a heart-to-heart
with a nigga that's as heartless
Yeah I look exhausted Woah
but that's just what it cost shit
I still proceed with caution Uh-huh
'Cause I done seen some people
have it all and then they lost it
Straight up
Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even
when she nauseous Damn
Done made it through the fire
but I'm still that fucking raw bitch
Fucking raw I'm that raw bitch
I go off go in go up
but never go back Go
I know we in a league of our own
bitch I'm pro-black Huh
Just hit a lick for my grandsons
and I don't have sons Woah
But that's how far
I'm thinking ahead
bitch and some
Two cups two sluts Two sluts
Jump right in it like Iike
I'm playin' double dutch Ooh
Whippin' in that pot
I hit it uppercut
Woo woo woo woo
I put my drip up on the plate
she eat it up Hey
Big body keys
the Bentley truck get mounted up
Big body keys
You can't buy me for no million
nigga that ain't enough
That ain't enough
But I only spent a dime to
get your tummy tucked Dime
Nigga done lost your fuckin' mind
tryna beef with us
Lost your mind
Bands out the gym
jumpin' like double dutch
Bands they jumpin'
You kissin' on the bitch and
we gon' split 'em up
Lil' bitch
You got a problem
go and speak it up
Go and speak it up
Why you capping
'cause the money
it ain't big enough Huh