Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Easy , by - Rich The Kid. Song from the album BOSS MAN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Easy |
| Double C when you see my bitch |
| Hell nah, she bad, she don’t wear no Yeezys (Bad) |
| Big bank so the money don’t fold |
| I’m a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy |
| All the bands on me, she a fan on me |
| Young nigga run a check out of DC |
| Popped a pill, automatic E.T. |
| Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (What?) |
| Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Woo) |
| Hit the plug, get the bands, run it |
| But a broke nigga ain’t talkin' nothing (Nothing) |
| Fell asleep in it, it was bussin' |
| Made a fifty double to a hunnid |
| Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it |
| Girl, throw it back like it was fronted |
| All these racks is all I ever wanted |
| Throw it back (Throw it back) |
| She want a Birkin but she can’t get none of that (What?) |
| Ass fat, she want a rack, I told her to make it clap |
| Last night, I made a hunnid easy |
| I usually charge, but she could get a freebie |
| My last bitch, she said she didn’t need me |
| Now she broke and bust it for the free-ski |
| Ooh, I done bought the Lamborghini (Skrrt) |
| I be flexin' on 'em, know they see me |
| Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn’t match that |
| Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Hunnid) |
| She don’t wear no Yeezy, is you dummy? |
| Drop a bullet, hit you in the tummy |
| Niggas love the cappin', but it’s real me |
| My wrist, that’s a hunnid easy (Hunnid) |
| Double C when you see my bitch |
| Hell nah, she bad, she don’t wear no Yeezys (Bad) |
| Big bank so the money don’t fold |
| I’m a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy |
| All the bands on me, she a fan on me |
| Young nigga run a check out of DC |
| Popped a pill, automatic E.T. |
| Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (What?) |
| Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Woo) |
| Hit the plug, get the bands, run it |
| But a broke nigga ain’t talkin' nothing (Nothing) |
| Fell asleep in it, it was bussin' |
| Made a fifty double to a hunnid |
| Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it |
| Girl, throw it back like it was fronted |
| All these racks is all I ever wanted (Rich) |