Riches
[Chorus]
Pull in with a stick and like your bic I flick
And like her bean I flick, that’s her pussy I lick
And you know that it drip, yeah you know I got drip
Yeah my blunt is so lit, and my flow it so quick
And I’m planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches
I get lots of money, my girl, she is funny
She play, boy like bunny, she sweeter than honey
I eat her, she yummy, I nut on her tummy
I’m calling her mummy, the weed make me dummy
Still planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches

[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. SO ICY
All the bitches want my dick, man, and I see why
Never running outta weed, got a fresh supply
Iced out, got more drip than hot July
Iced out, so much drip, I can’t be dry
Air Force Ones making me so damn fly
Man look at what I started, I can never die
If you thought I’d never make it then I’m like goodbye
Kill ‘em all on the beat, sneak dissin’ like a spy
Leaving casualties in the booth, motherfuckers fried
Say you got the strap, but when it’s time, man you lied
Foreign car, driving fast, so I gotta make it slide
Mama said “J, I’m always finding money in your pants
Where you gettin’ all these bands? Keep on rappin’, you the man!”
Yeah I’m happy where I am, so I’m never poppin’ xans
If I’m walking down the street, sometimes run into a fan
But I never act malevolent, I try to act benevolent
Except really evident that I’m the fucking president
And y’all are just residents of my hypnotic presences
Ugh. But that’s just what my adolescences is!
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what my message is
Once I blow up, I don’t need no perfect sentences
Once I blow up, got your girly in my messages
Now I blew up, so tell me what your life expectance is
[Chorus]
Pull in with a stick and like your bic I flick
And like her bean I flick, that’s her pussy I lick
And you know that it drip, yeah you know I got drip
Yeah my blunt is so lit, and my flow it so quick
And I’m planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches
I rap with precision, you need supervision
I slash like division, they missing the vision
Ain’t no superstition, I made a revision
It’s like a decision, I’m now on a mission
Just planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches

[Verse 2]
You’re expecting me to go right?
Hit ‘em with the flow nice. Rap about the big price
Now I’ll take your advice, I don’t even think twice
Money like a pie chart, and I get the big slice
Now I got a lot of ice, worth more than your life
Never leave the house with it, someone pulled a knife
Got a couple bitches ‘cause I ain’t looking for no wife. (Yet)
It’s all fun and games until someone takes your life. (Bet)
Lil’ Phoenix on the set
She say “You don’t need a condom.” Bitch we just met
All these little pussies thinkin’ they can make a threat
Make me pull my Mac, smoke you like a cigarette
Now I know some people will be getting upset
But I don’t care, ‘cause I really don’t regret
They need to learn to live life, move on, forget
Y’all are fluffy bunnies, so I’m gonna take you to the vet
Now I gotta end the song, it ain’t really long
But my music game is getting strong, louder than a gong
Shawty love to suck me off, while I hit the bong
Seem like this where I belong, like I’m Cheech and Chong
Now I gotta end the song, it ain’t really long
But my music game is getting strong, louder than a gong. (Shawty)
Shawty love to suck me off, while I hit the bong. (Seem like)
Seem like this where I belong, like I’m Cheech and Chong
[Chorus]
Pull in with a stick and like your bic I flick
And like her bean I flick, that’s her pussy I lick
And you know that it drip, yeah you know I got drip
Yeah my blunt is so lit, and my flow it so quick
And I’m planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches
Volume 1 is ending, got more cash for spending
The invite is pending, you know I’m attending
I’m never descending, I’m only defending
My spot I’m extending, Lil’ P is ascending
And planning your hit like I plant on your bitch
I’mma scratching my itch, I smoke gas in the kitchen
My lyrics are bitchin’, I cut and you stitchin’
Your rap game is ditches, my rap game is riches

[Outro]
Yo
Watch for Volume 2 though, for real
The Lost Tape, firest mixtape in the world
Catch ya up. Peace!