Richie Rich
Half Thang
[Verse 1]
Get a whiff of this, Richie Rich got hit, unfortunately
But, yo, it wasn’t a ki
It was a half thang, and broke down, it was 500 grams, slick
Give or take a few zips
And it was cooked up, just like a bowl of clam chowder
‘Cause rocks roll better than powder, yo
And I was givin’ up so much love
‘Cause I was tired of the corner hustle, slangin’ dubs
I started off just rippin’
And I was taxin’ fools, keepin’ overkill zips in
I’m tryna get up on my feet
But now I’m fuckin’ off cash, puttin’ it right back in the street
I put deals on my buckets, to have somethin’ to ride
And if I had to bounce out, fuck it
‘Cause that’s just how the game goes
I’m living for the day I’m runnin’ drag to the lame hoes
Keep my beepers on silent
And a couple of gats in case fools tried to get violent
I was gettin’ my pop on
And when the summertime hit, I was in a flip drop, homes
I move shit like U-Haul
And I was fuckin’ enough, ‘cause every week I had the blue balls
I had bitches by the gang
But I never thought I’d get caught wit’ a half thang