Ris Low - Rich Cool Kidd (feat. Ja$3 & JayyLone) Lyrics

Yea
Heyy

I know the lay of the land
I'm on my way to the bands
I don't hate on my friends
Baby we can make some plans
Like a date up in France
Got her face in my pants
With my diamonds you can dance
You can even hold they hand
You can even greet them
If you love me clean them
Haters I ain't seen them
I don't wanna meet them
Racks, yes I keep them
Smacks, yes we keep them
Pray we don't need them
Fam? Ima feed them

Sliding Ona ice like a figure 8 skater
Outer space in all black feel like I'm darth Vader
Only fw the fam that's how I weed out the traitors
Gotta keep them f*cking bands that shit is a life saver
Please do not f*ck wit the gang I can be a life taker
Shawty say she want my kid she wanna b a life maker
Cuz she see make the bread like I was a f*cking baker
Need a place to lay my head so I went and bought some acres
Now it's time to start building
Switching out the ceiling
Ranch of no feelings
I don't do the dealings
Hit if my f*cking agent if u wanna speak to me
Shawty like a baby always wanna sleep with me
Call lil Jase or lil Dave they gon reap wit me
On yo block they creep wit me
Mask on it wunt even me
And you cant prove it
The vibe make her lose it
The pipe make her foolish
They swear ima cool kid

I think ima rich cool kid
I think ima rich cool kid
I think ima rich cool kid
I swear I'm just a rich cool kid

Part of me wanna tote them blicks now
Wanna thark a blunt man burn a whole zip down
Don't know how to get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
The other part of me wanna put them blicks down
I don't smoke no more told the drugs you can get out
You evicted hoe
The evil can get out the door
Ona good path like like I was on honor roll
I told God im proud of bro
Hard it ain't meant for you
Our art is so visible
A Glock leave you miserable
It also get rid of you
You silly fool
You imbecile
You was here before but now you invisible
I just wanna go away
I'm not a throw away
I wanna die of old age
I miss the old days
When Zeus was ok
And it was ok
Until that snow day
Now I'm not ok

Said u had a bag where did all that shit go
Brody got the gas like he work at CITGO
I don't want a lame bitch I want a lit hoe
And I keep the flame nigga like I'm Ris Low
You not in my lane nigga better get low
Better lay low tryna stack these pesos
Any nigga in my way gon catch a case closed
Long Live Dave over me I got some angels
When I ride big jeep or the Durango
I be all up Ina D where you can't go