Young rich and handsome Written on my handgun If I let them bullets fly Them haters gonna get some Make words come together call this wizardry I dont even have a gun my bullets are my poetry Get my babe tight I know she can't stand me get her pheromones up call that chemistry 30 on the hip, 11 in the clip I got elite shooters so u know they don't miss make her squirt play with her clit dick aint big perfect fit my baby crying u know she want dick she be sucking, we fucking I dont wanna hear shit my baby nasty and she say she can take this I got talent, she knows it I'm loyal, aint hoeing My dick, she blowing Her pussy, I go in my stroke game, the slowest Simeon Shakespeare, a poet Her pussy so wet I cant swim but im floating eny meny miny mo grab a baddie by the toe if its my girl u got a good one don't let her go Young rich and handsome Written on my handgun If I let them bullets fly Them haters gonna get some the rise in popularity people start judging me brings out insecurities dont wanna go to therapy just need a moment of clarity then I find the true me a person who dont give a damn about this racist ass society Hoes aint got any Smoke weed and sip henny my babe be telling me my habits too heavy people get envy drive on empty dont stop need plenty dont buy cash stay rentin this point just venting