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[Intro]
It’s Rich Youngin (Rich)
4X, it’s 4X, it’s 4X (Uh)
Hollo
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Hey, Hollo, turn me up)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
I turned nothin’ into somethin’ (Let’s go)
I turned fifties into hundreds (All cash)
I send them youngins, they go dummy
Bitch, they come spinnin’ with a hundred
I got that check
Went and seen Johnny, ho, I think I spent a hundred
Think I spent a hundred on some sticks, bitch, we got more guns than an army (Fah, fah)

[Verse]
I ride around with that cutter on me (That bah)
I won’t say shit, put them youngins on ya (On gang)
I just threw back a pill, it had numbers on it (Perky)
Nigga, come get your bitch, she slurpin’ on me (Thot)
If that drank ain’t sealed, then I don’t want it (Raw)
I came to kill my opponents (Fuck)
If she don’t eat dick, she ain’t comin’ over (Uh)
Nigga get out my way (Uh), bet I run him over (Uh)
Like I got road rage, my opps bitches
If I go, it’s from old age
I lift up my wrist, it’s an Ice Age
Nigga reach for my shit, he on front page (On gang)
She a thot, she wanna come backstage (Thot)
You ain’t fuckin’ the guys, go that way (Freak)
When I ain’t on the road, I’m on that one way
Niggas don’t play with my block, we gon’ rampage (Slatt), on gang
Blick on my hip, I’ma up quick
Better up that bitch or you stuck
In the middle some shit, Jefe like KD in the clutch
He, he shoot that stick like he hittin’ a putt
I drop back like down, set, hut
Give me lockjaw mouth, I know she a slut
Uh, uh, she love when I fuck, she a freak
She’ll put her own thumb in her butt
These niggas don’t got no opps, he rappin’
He ain’t never spinned no block, he cappin’
He ain’t put his wrist in the pot or send no shot
That nigga ain’t duckin’, he flappin’
Brand new, brand new Glock is plastic
History, we put your ass in a casket
Mystery, they won’t even know who whacked him
Run down or walk down
I know my shorties gon’ catch him
I know my shorties gon’ catch him
Niggas know not to play in my section
My bitch know I stay with my weapon (My fire)
I ain’t tryna go back and forth, I wan’ stretch ’em (Bitch)
To be here today is a blessin’ (Bitch, today)
You could get put on a stretcher (Uh)
We known to get active wherever
When I catch an opp, we gon’ get him together (Hah)

[Chorus]
I turned nothin’ into somethin’ (Let’s go)
I turned fifties into hundreds (All cash)
I send them youngins, they go dummy
Bitch, they come spinnin’ with a hundred
I got that check
Went and seen Johnny, ho, I think I spent a hundred
Think I spent a hundred on some sticks, bitch, we got more guns than an army (Let’s go)

[Outro]
It’s 4X, uh, yeah, I signed
Uh, uh, I still’ll slide
I come hit your block with fah, fah, uh
No nine to five
These rappers is actors, these niggas on drama time
I might drop a bitch or drop an opp
My bankroll full of hundreds, I can’t drop a dime

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