Rich Criminals (feat. Cootie & BIG30)

KJ, let the beat knock Chorus: BiC Fizzle & BIG30 Say, what's the issue Bitch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals Thuggin' with rich criminals Hop out with that Blrrrd, blrrrd, two different Glocks, they look identical Blrrrd, blrrrd Twin Glocks, BiC Fizzle posted in the hood like I'm invisible Blrrrd Boy ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical No, no It can go left, yeah Poppin' shit, you know I fuck it up Fuck it up Diamond dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't touching nothing Ain't touching nothing SRT, fast car, super charged up Blrrrd, vroom Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust Skrrt Verse 1: Cootie & BIG30 It's cat scan in my section, but these niggas know who run it Uh-huh Bitch, we young, rich and dangerous, we got choppers, bricks and money Choppers, bricks and money, yeah Everything a hundred I know, drum hold a hundred For sure Bitch, you know we luncin', we ain't steppin', hoe we stuntin' God damn Brought my dad, say 200 For real, I can barley whip this bitch Slow down I got rich and got the bighеad, can't even lift the bitch God damn So much work insidе the pot, I need two hands to whip this bitch You lyin' 'Cause my Hurricane Meech it'd make it easier to flip Talk to 'em It's Lil Cooter in this bitch, these niggas know I run to town Facts They might think I'm welded to the floor, the way I hold it down God damn Ay, these niggas think they want the smoke until we burn it down Yeah In the steamer with that Blrrrd, blrrrd, watch it, cut 'em down, yeah Chorus: BiC Fizzle & BIG30 Say, what's the issue Bitch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals Thuggin' with rich criminals Hop out with that Blrrrd, blrrrd, two different Glocks, they look identical Blrrrd, blrrrd Twin Glocks, BiC Fizzle posted in the hood like I'm invisible Blrrrd Boy ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical No, no It can go left, yeah Poppin' shit, you know I fuck it up Fuck it up Diamond dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't touching nothing Ain't touching nothing SRT, fast car, super charged up Blrrrd, vroom Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust Skrrt, Blrrrd Verse 2: BIG30 Hit your club, you bet' not grab none Grab none My lil' niggas fresh up out the hose, say he just stabbed some Say he just stabbed some Flawless diamond hittin' up by my neck Ice, ice, she cost just to scatter some Ice It's Thanksgiving in September, got turkey bag, come grab one Come get one, blrrrd Pop out with the cooter Strap, drop down the show with a Uzi Cooter Fizzle, he be trippin', like he don't rap, he the shooter Blrrrd, shooter Ay, my Glock got a cable, bought pressure, 'bout shoot a movie Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd And choppa, he be 30, he ain't cooling, bet' that ho get to movin' Get to movin' Ay, the choppa hit his body, twist him like curly fry Fry My nigga bangin' blood, he say, he boiling, burger, fry Burger, fry If 30 know he crippin', choppa gang, he certified Ay, ay, I'm certified I'm SMO, GMO, tell 'em, Free the guys, blrrrd, blrrrd Free the guys Chorus: BiC Fizzle & BIG30 Say, what's the issue Bitch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals Thuggin' with rich criminals Hop out with that Blrrrd, blrrrd, two different Glocks, they look identical Blrrrd, blrrrd Twin Glocks, BiC Fizzle posted in the hood like I'm invisible Blrrrd Boy ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical No, no It can go left, yeah Poppin' shit, you know I fuck it up Fuck it up Diamond dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't touching nothing Ain't touching nothing SRT, fast car, super charged up Blrrrd, vroom Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust Skrrt