DESCRIPTION:
Artist: KPeazy
Song: Rich As Fuck

Verse 1: kpeazy
Shit it's time for the lyrical criminal murderers to lay dope coke shit up on the fucking track
I ain't tryna state facts but y'all get smacked by the gat, mack, jack get back, cuz y'all spit whack
I can hit em wit a rhythm that'll silence em shush a muthafucka til he mute don't speak capice?
catch a nigga in the streets rolling deep in caprices wit freaks smoking weed and we clutching heat
I can spit and I can rhyme wit the best of em, 9 hit em testing him, silence him blessing him
grinding I'm flexing em, mind intellectual, wordplay rhymes hit ya spine disconnecting em
from ya head switch this shit like the fucking stick that you had to get for ya grandma to get hit
wit spitting sick flipping twist hit em wit a diss, an anvil, hammer, sledgehammer and a fucking brick
y'all then made the damn king upset again, it's all of us let us in, y'all we spit medicine
they some muthafucking pussies they some muthafucking rookies and my clique all us past veterans
I ain't even gotta spit a fucking metaphor shit they astounded just by the damn flow
& it's exit 44 in the damn do', kicking in shooting til they all on the damn flo'
to let you know we all bring this shit, and I'ma rap it muthafucka I don't sing the shit
I'ma buzz up in yo head til it's stinging shit, ringing shit & have you niggas fiending sick
I mean this shit! style so raw it's like it came out an asshole you assholes yeah just cuz it's the shit
I can hit em wit a flick of the wrist let it gliss, shit it's bliss and still think of another lick
smoke shit til it's all in my damn lungs, spit it from the damn tongue, hit em wit another verb
mouth deadly like a hot got damn gun, leave em got damn hung, switch it to another word
they like damn all his sylablles like riddles they'll riddle you niggas & probably tickle ya fancy
I'm just trying to family & chill wit ya cousins & aunties & sisters & nannies
& probably ya granny's panties kp hold it don't you go there
looked in her panties granny's punani it didn't have no hair
I be clowning but damn I'm bout to fade out
the king here bitch have the carpet laid out
& this real shit!

Verse 2:kpeazy
AK on my nightstand bible in my right hand trying to be humble but fuck that
y'all niggas just dust rats when I spit hush that I'm not the nigga to fuss at
we always shoot first we don't get a chance to bust back shooting at ya head better duck fast
put ya money where ya mouth at nigga where ya bucks at? fuck em up quick where the luck at?
y'all niggas can't touch that! I'ma killa, gorilla, and a lion nigga all in one
y'all bitches I'ma leave all of em shunned, stunned get my gun I bet all of em fucking run
to the rhythm of a high hat, shit they look at the king and think nigga don't try that
I'm the muthafucking flyest flows start a riot catch em in nets like Cyrax
I'm looking where the sky at, I'm tryna be flier and just get the high-est
I'm higher than my max, I tickled her kitty she just reached her cli-max
so we gone just switch it again I'm fixing to win palms itching again
I'm sipping the sin and flipping again, looked at the comp shit I'm crippling em
tipping again, kicking again, hopped in the truck shit I'm dipping again
crypting again, wicked again, killing these hoes I'm stiffening em
look me in my eyes bet you see no pussy
looking in yo jar I'ma take yo cookies