Lil' O - Rags To Riches lyrics

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Ha-ha, boys ain't gon like this know I'm saying

Houston Txas, Screwed Up Click

Bar None Click what's up Lil' O, Fat Pat

(Yungstar), know I'm saying we deep down here in the South

Putting it down know I'm saying, let y'all boys know the real

It's like rags to riches, Cadillacs and bitches

Champagne in the club, acting bad taking pictures

Strapped at all times, cause these haters wanna kill us

Hundred dollar billers, trying to stack seven figgas

I'm Gucci shaded up, big Benz plated up

Boppers looking like what, man this boy done came up

But my life still strenuous, the average hustler would faint

But even in my darkest hour, I shine like candy paint

I hit the freeway, sipping coedine

I'm out of drank, got's to go get some mo' lean

I'm starched and ironed, bald fade bitch I'm so clean

Deuce out the roof, Southside pocket full of green

Know what I'm saying, hit a lick bought a brick so I could make mo' scrilla

This for my certified thugs, in Hiram-Clarke to the Village

For my hustlers in Southwest, Woolfair and Clubkrey

To all my 8900, Braeswood block G's

For my niggaz in the 3rd, Sunnyside and the 4

For my niggaz in Mo City, Sugarland and South Park

It's Lil' O, bar none boys from the South to the North

I represent hustle city, had to break these boys off

I'm talking rags to riches, mobbing for bitches

Sliding on my switches, Southside got riches

How'd you figga, we wouldn't make that cash

Mash up on the gas, now we passed up your ass

Climbing the ladder, squash the chatter watch the plexers

It's Houston Texas, nationwide watch me wreck it

Long and strong, riding with that playa Lil' O

So watch your girl, 'fore I take that motherfucking hoe

Know I'm saying, this how it's going down

Riding on you punk bitches and snitches

Out for our riches, know I'm saying

H-Town Texas, feel us, Screwed Up baby fo' life

Everyday and all day, Southsi' for li'