〈Chorus〉
She know she gotta fork it over if she want my time
Front line, first day out, b#tch I was tryna slide
Rappin ’bout that killer sh#t, you is not gon’ slide
Do the skit broad day, ain’t gotta wait for night
If I tell you what I just did, then I gotta smoke you
700s on my feet, these is not no Roshes
You was speaking on my name, what a b#tch told me
Do the skit to the neck cause I don’t do the 〈.?.〉s
〈Verse 1〉
N****s gangster in them songs, but you live out the way
I ain’t EBK but imma take it there with any gang
Set this b#tch down and 〈.?.〉 her feet, that’s when the pedi came
Step in high fashion, pull a skit in these Dolces
Pull a skit in these Balenciagas
You can ask the suckas ’bout me, they don’t want no problems
N****s know Richy Richh known to get it poppin’
b#tch, I’m a 33 baby, prolly think I’m from Stockton
But you can catch me in the Verde with the goons and goblins
Prolly posted in the (shh) with my Southeast partnas (sss, aye)
They throw up EBK
〈.?.〉 better have yo pole ’cause I’m not finna fade
〈Chorus〉
She know she gotta fork it over if she want my time
Front line, first day out, b#tch I was tryna slide
Rappin ’bout that killer sh#t, you is not gon’ slide
Do the skit broad day, ain’t gotta wait for night
If I tell you what I just did, then I gotta smoke you
700s on my feet, these is not no Roshes
You was speaking on my name, what a b#tch told me
Do the skit to the neck cause I don’t do the 〈.?.〉s
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SSRichh33 Lyrics – Broad Day