Richie flow Lyrics

They one ride right here Ant

Who the fuck said

Ran it up off Pack instead

Who the fuck said trappin dead

I don't care what you doing with the weed, just bring me back my bread

Say 23, they tripping man

Trap never dead

We gone trap this bitch out till the feds come nigga

Ran it up off Pack instead

Who the fuck said trap in there

I don't care what you doing with the weed, just bring me back my bread

Tired of treating these niggas like a tire, I ain't finna spare it

I ain't tryna mix this rap shit with the internet

Ran it up off Pack instead

Who the fuck said trappin dead

I don't care what you doing with the weed, just bring me back my bread

Tired of treating these niggas like a tire, I ain't finna spare it

I ain't tryna mix this rap shit with the internet

Plug called my phone, he way in Cali, say they on the way

Every time I touch it, it gone go, I mixed the bag with shake

Tryna set three up, bout some K-Fuck it you gone die that way

Jumpman he don't work out, but I get off a lot of weight

The ones ain't got no motion, be the ones who got a lot to say

Might step up in designer, man, you know he got a price to pay

You know the city small, somebody tell him he can't come this way

Tryna get the cake, I fell in love, my name ain't Anna Mae

Jumped up in the streets, I'm hard-head, I just doved in

Hardest nigga out of Alabama, I'm finna roll in

Get up in my feelings, I can't smoke, I be tryna spin

Nigga wanna see me lose and fall, I be tryna win

I don't wanna fuck, ain't in the mood, the perk ain't kicking

Me and mailman, we get along, we became best friends

Sometimes I don't wanna drink, that liquor make my head spin

Tryna take that nigga legs, he claiming that he steppin

Tell me where you was, I was alone, crying out for help

Don't nobody love you, so you just better love yourself

Taking all these perks, I can't smoke, pray I don't hurt myself

Make sure that the blick on me, so I have to search myself

Get up in my feelings, I be thinking bout my dead friends

She know I'm the MVP, she gave me head no head-band

Jumpman fresh, no mannequin, that boy know he a dead man

Told him how I ran it up, I guess I gotta say it again

Ran it up off Pack instead , who the fuck said trappin dead

Don't care what you doin' with the weed, just bring me back my bread

Tired of treating these niggas like a tire, I ain't finna spare it

I ain't tryna mix this rap, shit, with the internet

Ran it up off Pack instead, who the fuck said trappin dead

Don't care what you doin' with the weed, just bring me back my bread

Tired of treating these niggas like a tire, I ain't finna spare it

I Tryna mix this rap shit with the internet