Yung Trapz - Ragz N Richez Lyrics

The bag is the mission
I'm f*ckin these bitches
I come from the trenches
From rags to riches
I roll with the sixes
I'm handling business
My finger be itchin
So keep all your distance

I just want the dough
I won't chase no hoe
But y'all should really know
I did it just for show

I'm going insane
I roll wit the gang
I'm doing my thing
Can't f*ck witchu lames
I'm rollin the jane
High as a plane
Changin my lane
I'm bringin the flame
Hatin on me but you don't know my name

Ragz N Richez
Ragz N Richez

Now she wanna have a groupie
Her friends wanna shoot a movie
On my waist i'm rockin louis
You haters out here losing
An i'm out here producing
I'm really feelin gucci

I don't f*ck with the cops
Cause trappin is my job
Got me a lil thot
She gettin up on top
Now she givin slop
Finna go off
Left off a few shots
Til you f*ckin drop
I won't stop
Then the body need a f*ckin mop

Battle scars
Bitch i'm goin hard
Flyin wit the stars
Dream life foreign cars
Cuz i'm goin far
Banging like a drum no guitar
Love the game i give my heart
I been trappin since the start
I been working in the dark
Don't rap i'm just makin art

In my zone
Goin off the dome
But i'm known
For trappin on the phone
Hollow tips like a knome
Leave you gone
I'm just movin on my own
Smokin strong

F*ck that bitch
Then pass her to my clique
Hit a lick
I'm getting lit
I'm getting rich
We bring them sticks
And show you tricks