Trippie Redd - Gift n Curse

Rich as a bitch, it's a gift and a curse (Cash)
High off the percs, but that on my shirt (Yeah)
We turn him to merch, put him on a shirt (Shirt)
For stripes on the grass, I stay on the turf
When I need space, you stay on Earth
Count the bank like I'm a clerk
He out of order, need a nurse
Not OTF, but you get smurked
Put that boy up in a hearse (Fah), the only time you go to church
Big choppa in a Givenchy purse
She top me outta this universe
Can't stop me, bitch, I'm shooting first (Yeah)
Draco, this shit ain't for show (Yeah)
You play crazy, we let it blow
Guns out, hit the floor, you ain't never kicked a door
Special beam cannon, Piccolo
Hotbox the whip, I'm blowing dope (Yeah, yeah)
Left a cloud, I hit the store
Bought some verm, I had to go
I walk the damn Givenchy show (Walk, walk)
We step on shit, might kick a ho (Walk, walk, walk, walk)
That .40 leave you limping, bro
You doing bad, you looking broke (Yeah, ayy)
I heard you playing with the snow
Shoutout Chris, Snotty Nose (Ayy)
You get spilt, friend or foe
My brodie still whip off the stove
All green land like I'm from Grove
Grab the keys, I hit the road (Ayy)
I can never bend, break, or fold (Fold), heard you niggas told (Fold)
All you niggas can't be Batman (Bold), but you niggas bold (Bold)
My wrist feel way too sick, this not a common cold (Bitch)
Canary yellow diamonds like piss on the set of gold (Yeah, yeah)
Bro'nem walked him down with that stick, look like he saw a ghost (Yeah, yeah)