Текст Rich The Kid – New Wave

Rich The Kid:
Yuh! Trap!
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave

Famous Dex:
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

Rich The Kid:
They tryna copy the wave
Rich Forever getting paid
Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

Famous Dex:
All these rappers turning foo
They just wanna learn the moves
I got them hunnid’s they blue
I spent a grip on my shoes

Rich The Kid:
He got something, but that nigga got dropped
Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

Famous Dex:
Wait
I remember in them days

Rich The Kid:
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

Famous Dex:
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

I walk right in the party
Red bottoms on, how you do that?
Wait
Lemme call ?
Hold up, yea
«Bro where Rich at?»

Rich The Kid:
Haha
These broke niggas keep talking
Yo bitch keep on stalking
Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
Green money like Boston (wait)

Famous Dex:
I know you wanna join the wave
Wait, cool of, hey
Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man God Damn)

Rich The Kid:
Blue money like the wave
Goyard on me, I’m paid
I leave a mess on her face
New foreign on the escalade

Famous Dex:
I’m a just fuck on her friend
Young nigga, we setting trends
Rich forever, yea we win
Pull up in the Moz’, nigga fuck a Benz

Rich The Kid:
She want a bag, I can buy that
Break her off like a Kit-Kat
Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

Famous Dex:
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down