Riches from Rags - Lil Wop

Ayy, jump in the whip and I go

Smoke me a ounce, sit back and I think 'bout them days

I think 'bout them days I was broke

Don’t give a fuck, let a nigga play with my paper

I’m hanging his ass by a rope

Fresh as a bitch, you already know how I get

I pop out, I’m cleaner than soap

I’m giving them hope, ayy

I bet they gon' think this shit wrote

This gas that I’m smoking, this shit make you float

I pass you this blunt, you gon' hit it and choke

My bitch is like coke, she came straight off the boat

These Off-White lows, they came straight out the store

They don’t let me in then I’m kicking the door

I mad my own lane, fuck switching a flow

Ayy, where th rackaids at?

Point it

Young nigga grinding, a young nigga hustle, we up 'til like four in the morning

Putting in work, I do it with ease, young nigga, I’m constantly growing

I know I’m a key and I know I was destined, this shit, it keep constantly

showing

If it ain’t 'bout money, then it ain’t making me mad

I hopped out my feelings, I hopped out my bag, young nigga, I’m chasing that

cash

I came up from shit, could never forget, I’m tryna go to riches from rags

My car, it go fast, went back to the future, I don’t give a fuck 'bout the past

I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags

I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags

I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags

I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags, ayy

New whip got extensions

And the whip got some suspensions

I think my lifestyle expensive

That money dirty, I rinse it

Brown Christians Lous, the bottom got blood, they looking like somebody dressed

'em

Don’t wanna talk it ain’t 'bout no guap, plus I got these drugs in my system

Don’t talk, I just sit back and listen

I can say truly I’m gifted

I know that this fair 'cause I picked it

All these dead faces, this shit getting sickening

Put them racks in a duffle and zip it

I mind my business, I’m sipping on Lipton

Ain’t had no options, was jumping them fences

I’m seeing all these dead faces, I’m tripping