Bub Styles, ARXV, Yelawolf - Get Rich or Go Broke lyrics

Yo, yo

I stuffed the leaf inside a joint
Smoke that shit right to the face
I've been moving way too slow
Hard to keep up with my pace
Rappers nowadays, they fail
I can't trust the shit you say
Let's investigate your style
We find out your shit fugazi

Look, I'm too raw for sushi
Too quick, I got a dick too broad for coochie
Pull up and get your top broad a smoothie
Pull off
In twenty she be sending all the nudies
If I make a call to my dude
We coming to the block clapping
Applaud the Uzi
Pull a paper bag off the tall, no coozie
Pull the bus over, drop off your groupie
Dirty south like a junkie with two teeth
(two teeth)
In the dirt like two cleats (two clеats)
Yeah, I made a couple changеs
Clip a bud, turned over a new leaf
Twenty-two new boots, twenty-two sneaks
Underwater like an otter, yeah
The crew's deep
Hit the bodega with Bubs, picking up a dub
Let me hold a dollar for a loosie
Bitch, I'm too real naw
You can't get up in the
Whip looking too chill naw
I need a hot girl with a
Bandana tied straight to the front
And pumps like Lucille Ball (Lucy)
Harley got the kick back
Comb streets but I don't comb a slick back
O brother
Where art thou? Over in the alleyway
Throwing up a tag with a thin cap
Rocking a big brim hat
Like I limped back, drunk
Slumped in a jet black
Leather jacket on the back with
The pins that match
Heavy metal in the waist like a tin flask
Coming in hot, yeah bitch, get a skin graft
Burning 'em up, Freddy Krueger
That's a big laugh
Pussy motherfuckers ain't killing rap
We consider that trash can, kitty cat, here
Kitty cat

Every pack I'm gettin rich then goin broke
I copped that bag of sniff and smoke
Then dropped that bag on whips and clothes
Get that, whip that, split that
Flip that on the go
I'm gettin rich then goin broke
I copped that bag of sniff and smoke
Then dropped that bag on whips and clothes
Get that, whip that, split that
Flip that on the go

Get that, whip that, split that
I popped the trunk then it kick back
Wig snap like a Kit-Kat
I put up half of the bread that I get back
My plug be talkin big numbers no chit chat
Spark up then up up away on that jet pack
Double my catalogue double my salad up
Ain't no recession on drugs
Ain't no set backs
I'm rocking cargo shorts when it's brick
(remember that?) again it's for pocket space
Got a dollar in my locket face
Love at first bite when I got a taste
We run it, y'all joggin in place
Bubble the pot at the base
Used to bag chocolate in nickels
And profit an 8th
Just spent the whole summer
Time dodging the jakes
In the city riding with a big flip
Big bitch fucking up my
Leather with her lipstick
Dip down every other hour it's a drip switch
Had to pop to see the other
Side like a kick flip
Graduated from the streets throw a cap up -
-Capo, calling all the shots for the rack up
Bad luck follow you around
When the strap tucked buck at the trash
Get it bagged up (bwau)

Off the bat, I be splitting the pack up
My Dominican get it delivered in mack trucks
My stacks up telling everybody to back up
Dripping in gold i'm like Pac in the bathtub
Hoodie, masked up getting ready to mash up
Pick the trash up putting you in a black tux
Count the cash up
Dump the ash on the black Chucks
Chop the track up while I'm
Wrapping the wax up
This that shit that pushing your wig back
My shit slap
No I can't compete with a mismatch
Your shit wack
Bitches love the style, that's a big fact
Took her to the trap
And she fucked for a six pack
A little Chick-fil-A even a Big Mac
When that fifth spray, feel the kick back
If you don't step out the way
Feel the impact
18 karats, my jewellery no knick-knacks
I shine from the wrist up to my teeth
Took off the mask, don't catch a disease
Sketch up the face, smile, say "cheese"
Slumerican Pie, I wan't me a piece
I'm feeling Gucci, but Polo the fleece
Unlock the safe, cop me a key
Give em a taste, now they flock to me
My very first language I spoke trapanese

Every pack I'm gettin rich then goin broke
I copped that bag of sniff and smoke
Then dropped that bag on whips and clothes
Get that, whip that, split that
Flip that on the go
I'm gettin rich then goin broke
(goin broke, goin broke)
I copped that bag of sniff and smoke
Then dropped that bag on whips and clothes
Get that, whip that, split that
Flip that on the go (I'm out)

Yelawolf that Bub Styles motherfucker