Fuckery - Rich Dunk

I’m a boss and you know you can’t fuck with me

Why, cause bruh, I’m not with the fuckery

Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me

If you a lame then bruh you can’t run with me

See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)

I shoot me a wannabe

Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me

Talk on the internet, see me and run from me

If I come through with the chop he gon' run from me

Call up D-Boy he gon' slide on an op with me

Call up yo bitch she gon' come give m top for me

And I don’t want her if she don’t giv it sloppily

And my boy Peezy came home off of robbery

Bitch I was broke I remember them starvin' me

He took a pic he (?)

Fell in love with this rap shit put my heart in it

He got the ring with (?)

Everybody got their own ain’t no (?)

And I’m straight glizzy gang ain’t no taurus

Pull out this Glock he run like he Forest

7.62 hit the hardest

Bitch I got gut aim, you my target

Bitch if I miss I’m hittin' yo partner

Bitch ya better check ya team I got starters

This is the real trap this the carter

I don’t believe the shit that you holler

Bitch it was trap or die, no option

And fuck 12 cause they ain’t gon' stop shit

I’m on that (?) shit, that (?) shit

Pac shit, 12 can’t stop shit

Fuck with me and get yo car hit

I’m a boss and you know you can’t fuck with me

Why, cause bruh, I’m not with the fuckery

Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me

If you a lame then bruh you can’t run with me

See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)

I shoot me a wannabe

Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me

Talk on the internet, see me and run from me

Extended the glizzy 2 choppas' up under me

These niggas muggin but (?) wanna be

Fuck from the back I’m in love with that booty

Niggas be hoes in they hood with no jewelry

Bitch I be everywhere feel like there’s 2 of me

Niggas they hate on a nigga cause I’m doin' me

I’m really thuggin ain’t know what to do with me

See me in public and I got the juice with me

(?) they fuck with me

Shootout with me and you live, that’s luckily

(?), don’t fuck with me

You know the lil nigga duckin me

Put that on god, no one touchin' me

I got the clutch when I ride that’s a must with me

Now lil mama wanna fuck wit' me

Bitch but you can’t get a (?) wit' me

Put that on god these racks stuck with me

I’m a boss and you know you can’t fuck with me

Why, cause bruh, I’m not with the fuckery

Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me

If you a lame, then bruh you can’t run with me

See me in public then I got a gun with me (bah, bah)

I shoot me a wannabe

Love to get active, that shit gettin' fun to me

Talk on the internet, see me and run from me