Single / Track

Every Blog

Rich The Kid, Famous Dex, & Jay Critch•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

I'm talkin' 'bout like-

They forgot like-, Rich Forever-, like

We-, we break every blog now

They said we wouldn't do it, I believed in it

But did you? (FREAKEY!) (oh man, goddamn)

Ooh, tuh

Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog

No NBA, but a young nigga ball

Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras

I'm prayin' to win, but they want me to fall

MAC-10, I might take off his jaw (yeah, ayy)

Off a Perc 10, I'm not sleepin' at all (ayy)

I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (oh man, goddamn)

We're breakin' the blogs down

I ran up a check, they want me to fall off

Make a hit like I'm playin' golf

Sinclair, this not Lacoste

Don't want songs with you niggas, just Critch and Dexter

Fuck her in a chokehold, just like a wrestler

Second time I hit the pussy, it was way better

Rich Forever real big like Coachella

They don't try 'cause they know better

And I been makin' more cheddar

Diamonds makin' the hoes wetter

Hit a jugg, it's a whole setup

Brodie scammed like the whole setup

She want some money, I won't let her

I used to trap in the cold weather

Sign my name got a stain in bold letters (hold on, Critch)

Mama told me, "Go be more better"

I'm with two bitches and they're both wetter

Rich Forever gettin' more cheddar, told Rich The Kid, "I can never let up" (hold on)

Bank account got M&M's, start settin' boundaries, I don't fuck with friends

They're talkin' like, "What got into him?"

And I keep a gun, we can shoot it then (oh man, goddamn)

Yeah

Fifty on me, nigga, many men

Ride a Maybach, not a minivan

Feels good, yeah, Dexter, he's back again

Goyard might fit a M&M, I'm the boss, I go hit the dividends

You niggas be fake, don't need friends

I dropped on his head, a light ten

Ayy

One dark-skinned girl, one light-skinned (hey)

I swear, they sleep on the money (sleep)

Used to be broke in some nightmares (in some nightmares)

Still got a bag, then I'm right there (right there)

Diamonds punchin', ain't no fightin' fair (swin')

She a baddie, so they might stare (baddie)

With no toy, I'm bussin' like Lightyear

Used to hit juggs in my Nike Airs

For a Givenchy shirt, bust a new pair

I can't kick it with you like a wheelchair

You a ghost in your hood, you never there

Boy, you been a square like Delaware

Bitch, I'm rich forever, I'm a cute player

She fell on the dick like a broken chair

When I pull up on the scene, they gon' stare

Hold on, huh, let me switch it up for a minute

Got three bitches, they kissin'

Got a Glock on me and it shoot, Scottie Pippen

He was talkin' tough, now he swim with the fishes

They be gettin' thick, no picture

I'm sippin' on Lean, man, this shit give me hiccups

I'm never lackin', yeah, we ride with the sticks tucked

She was actin' mean, so I fucked on her sister