Did It Again
    (专辑: Rich Forever 3 - 2017)
    
    [Jay Critch:]  Came up on some bands  Balmain the 
sweater, Truey the 
pants  He did it again  Damn I 
did it again, damn that boy shitted again  Juuging again, that boy juuging again  Did he just hit another lick? damn  Did he just run off with your shit? damn  Did he just pull up in a 
whip? damn  Did he just fuck another bitch? yup  And she just did one hundred tricks, damn  She a 
freaky lil bitch  Smoking dope, hide the 
breeze out the 
whip  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands   Wear the 
Balmain like a 
Nike Tech  I 
be balling like Mike and them  I 
got two TECs like I 
fight the 
ref  Pussy boy know it's on sight for him  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands   Wear the 
Balmain like a 
Nike Tech  I 
be balling like Mike and them  I 
got two TECs like I 
fight the 
ref  Pussy boy know it's on sight for him  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands   I 
seen that cash from afar  I 
go to work for them bands, see the 
scars  My weed make you dance with the 
stars  Supersize my pockets, I'm living large  McQueen gold on the 
scarf  My shooters come out after dark  I 
been 730 from the 
start  It's KD, yeah that young boy go hard  I 
came through it all in designer  These bitches on me like piranhas  My bitch a 
G, she'll align ya  They like goddamn where you find her  Ass so fat gotta climb her  Ass so fat gotta climb her  I'ma fuck that girl then go rewind her  I 
got hoes popping up like reminders  Niggas folding up like a 
binder  Ain't no holding up, I'm on fire  I 
be balling out, 49ers  I 
be booling out like recliners  We gon' shoot it out when we find ya  I'ma stack it up like a 
diner  I'ma stack it up like the 
diner  No I 
stack it up like the 
waffle house  With this ho we got nothing to talk about  I'ma hit it then tell her to walk it out  I 
wanna talk to this guap when I'm talking now  All my niggas keep yops and we walk around  All my niggas talking them digits  Baby I 
talk it, I 
live it  How he balling, girl he moving his pivot  Told Vic pull up with some bitches  Got the 
Henny in my cup, got a 
couple lil sluts  They gon' do it for the 
buzz  I 
know she gon' give it up   Came up on some bands  Balmain the 
sweater, Truey the 
pants  He did it again  Damn I 
did it again, damn that boy shitted again  Juuging again, that boy juuging again  Did he just hit another lick? damn  Did he just run off with your shit? damn  Did he just pull up in a 
whip? damn  Did he just fuck another bitch? yup  And she just did one hundred tricks, damn  She a 
freaky lil bitch  Smoking dope, hide the 
breeze out the 
whip  Bitch I'm smoking weed in the 
six  Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips   Wear the 
Balmain like a 
Nike check  I 
be balling like Mike and them  I 
got two TECs like I 
fight the 
ref  Pussy boy know it's on sight for him  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands   [Rich The 
Kid:]  Bitch I 
be balling like Mike and them  Way too much Act, get a 
Sprite for him  Fuck her one time, bought the 
ho a 
Benz  I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends  Fuck up a 
check, I 
got plenty  You mad cause your pockets is empty  Brooklyn, pull up in a 
Bentley  She sucking me up and I 
bust on her titty  The 
roof went missing again  Racks on me, walk around with a 
ten  They hating on you, they don't want you to win  Rich forever, we done did it again   [Jay Critch:]  Came up on some bands  Balmain the 
sweater, Truey the 
pants  He did it again  Damn I 
did it again, damn that boy shitted again  Juuging again, that boy juuging again  Did he just hit another lick? damn  Did he just run off with your shit? damn  Did he just pull up in a 
whip? damn  Did he just fuck another bitch? yup  And she just did one hundred tricks, damn  She a 
freaky lil bitch  Smoking dope, hide the 
breeze out the 
whip  Bitch I'm smoking weed in the 
six  Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips   Wear the 
Balmain like a 
Nike check  I 
be balling like Mike and them  I 
got two TECs like I 
fight the 
ref  Pussy boy know it's on sight for him  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands  Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands