Snap Capone - Poor Little Rich Kid lyrics

[Hook] Fast life, living without a limit If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no I'm just a poor little rich kid From the ends, just a poor little rich kid Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid In the bits, just a poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid [Verse 1: Snap Capone] AMG's, Boys, 4 doors and coupes Im taking more shots than a photoshoot Adios if you ain't talking loot You'll be dead, the coroner all over you I've done 3 years for a firearm That's why my name rings like a fire alarm Pretty black ting like Nia Long When it's beef, we all ride along Counting up drug money in the Mercs How you gon' ride? I'mma dead you first These n***as gun bursties never mashed no works My MAC's fully greased so I know it works I'm in that Lex rolling round with uncle M Smell the stench headshot batty boy dead Exquisite gun n***a, f** a record diss 100 shells pump your 'drenaline Poor rich kid, I needed 4 sticks Now I'm in the range or the Porsche b**h Talking suede interior oh sh** Co' I need a whole brick Armani swag, talking tuxedos Benny Blanco, b**h n***a Carlito Trips out to Europe, talking mad euros The heat rise, I don't street fight, subzero [Hook] Fast life, living without a limit If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no I'm just a poor little rich kid From the ends, just a poor little rich kid Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid In the bits, just a poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid [Verse 2: Corleone] Just another rich kid, ain't f**ing with no b**h nig f** a snitch nig, they can get their wig split Corleone's the big boss, come and get a brick quick Heard that sniff sh**, 35 a brick prick I can get your brick whipped, a hundred Zs, oh sh** f** all these fake pricks acting like they know sh** I can get you clothed quick, we're not rocking no sh** Jimmy Choo, Hugo Boss, you n***as better know this Fresh pair of 'Lagas Big fat mac it cost, f** a body armour I'm rolling through the blue with the big blue father I only fear Allah, don't give a f** about no karma You know how we do Its that S E 1 4 slash straight ghetto crew There's levels to this sh**, you little kids and I'm showing you You could never diss Snap, I love him like it's cooked food [Hook] Fast life, living without a limit If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no I'm just a poor little rich kid From the ends, just a poor little rich kid Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid In the bits, just a poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid