34 (Explicit)

34 (Explicit) - Rich Homie Quan

Written by：Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids

Go'n with all that cappin' talk your sh*t Rich Homie

Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean

Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa

Might buy that Maybach

I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three n**ga

And when I get it I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy

You can't tell a n**ga like me sh*t nah

I ain't have it all when I was little nope

Sixteen years old drinkin' liquor what

I ain't never ever touched a beer ha

I ain't never ever touch a mill' never

Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down n**ga

Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids go'n with all that cappin'

We were growin' up fightin' when we were kids yeah

Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy

I was Holyfield hustlin' in the trap truth

They was Mike Tyson bitin' on the kid ayy Mike

I remember tryin' to get rich hey

Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo

Never had nothing growin' up nah

N**ga don't be surprised when I get it ayy

Where were you when I was on my dick woo

I was so broke I needed fix yup

Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up

You know I hate to talk about this sh*t I do

Load the ten and walked up out the b**ch ten

Stripper fame tryin' to see who gettin' it ha

Walkin' around with that thang on me

And you know I got my license for this b**ch Rich Homie baby

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids go'n with all that cappin'