Rx Papi, Smokingskul - Rich Dork lyrics

Boy, fuck you, nigga taah

Damn, asking for shit
We gon' cut off your hand
I smoke blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch
I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the 30 and that fuck nigga ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man i
These niggas don't show up
Like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these niggas
Cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps
I assault them damn, all I wear is
(N) ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick
Red and green beam like this
Shit a Christmas parade

What? Lil' nigga got jugged, hooray
Turn you to a meme like you vrxyyy
We gon' leave that boy head on the freeway
Niggas only be foolish, the E-way
What? You don't have my support
I'm not D Wade
What? And these niggas don't have my support
Fuck the judge, fuck thе court
How you street and report?
Gucci shades, I'm a rich dork
(Boy, fuck you, nigga)

Damn, asking for shit
We gon' cut off your hand
I smokе blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch
I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the 30 and that fuck nigga ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man i
These niggas don't show up
Like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these niggas
Cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps
I assault them damn, all I wear is
(N) ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick
Red and green beam like this
Shit a Christmas parade

Hundred round drum, I could shoot for days
The Glock give a bitch a Voosie fade
These Cartier's, not Gucci frames
So Icey like Gucci Mane
Get too close, they shoot your brain
One flick of the switch
You'll lose your brain
Big body car, swerve through the lane
Before a rap deal, the jewelry came
I'm not talkin' 'bout this
Chain on my neck in the courtroom
That's where the jewelry came
These niggas like to play dirty games
Get locked up and say thirty names
I'm high, I'm swerving in and out of lanes
In this game, nigga, you gotta know your lane
I gotta pop pain pills to stay sane
I don't fuck with these niggas
They ain't like me
My car is gas but I smoke hybrid
Wrists in the bowl, Pap' wildin'
AP off a brick of fetti
Walk in this bitch like Tino Andretti
Auntie get high, think she sexy
Think she my bitch the way she text me
(Fuck you, nigga)

Damn, asking for shit
We gon' cut off your hand
I smoke blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch
I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the 30 and that fuck nigga ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man i
These niggas don't show up
Like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these niggas
Cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps
I assault them damn, all I wear is
(N) ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick
Red and green beam like this
Shit a Christmas parade