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Ah’chi

"Ah’chi" Lyrics by Rich Homie Quan

Fishin’

I just

Buy some

Young body

I just watchin’

[?]

Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi

I just bought a brand-new problem

Chopper, gotta [?]

Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter

Hold a nigga bitch, yeah

The peach trees in the backyard

I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah

Promoter granted for it

Hit ’em for a hunnid

Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah

Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy

Gon’ sign another trick, yeah

Too much paper in the pockets of these pants

Another band, it won’t fit, yeah

They won’t do the boy fair

I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah

That just another bodied set

Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah

Ain’t never had shit

Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

I’m where I’m ‘posed to be (I can’t even breathe)

These diamonds are chocking me (Watch, watch, watch)

I’m in the club with that firearm so low-key, these niggas don’t notice me (Nah)

I need my fly out [?] to notice me (Fly out)

And bitches, they never say no to me (Nope)

I knocked the whole buildin’ down, bitch

Walked out that ho, I had no debris

Nothin’ on me (Nothin’, bitch)

Funds on me (Money, ho)

Gun on me (Fah-fah-fah)

Lunch on me (After that bitch)

Come on me (Return, baby)

They can’t understand the lingo

They say it’s too lyrical for me (That right too)

I bought a white shoe up (Right there)

But she was too spiritual for me (Ayy)

Picture the moment

Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don’t even listen to comments (Nah)

I know it ain’t for me

Like ain’t sayin’ I ain’t done somethin’ like they don’t even listen to homie

Bitches be on me

You know I SWAT shit down

I gotta stay stiff on ’em (Swole)

For them niggas in the back, thinkin’ that the nigga broke

I throw up my wrist on ’em (Ayy, I just)

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter

Hold a nigga bitch, yeah

The peach trees in the backyard

I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah

Promoter granted for it

Hit ’em for a hunnid

Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah

Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy

Gon’ sign another trick, yeah

Too much paper in the pockets of these pants

Another band, it won’t fit, yeah

They won’t do the boy fair (Yeah)

I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah

That just another bodied set

Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah (Alright)

Ain’t never had shit (2 Chainz)

Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (Tony)

Double cup with some muddy in the door

Foreign car with your buddy in it

Pay four fifty for the Cullinan

Got a .50 cal with a .30 in it

Rip it down with a gold figure

And a grave digger

I’m a paid nigga

Like my wife a fuckin’ cleanin’ lady, nigga

I’m a made nigga

Know what I’m sayin’, nigga

Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed

Textin’ niggas off the sound

Hand to hand with the grounds

Hood nigga buyin’ land

You can’t see me like [?] (Woo)

Cut from a different cloth

Throwin’ a pool of the money, she cannonball

Even when I sit down, I’ll be standin’ out

Hardest niggas will shoot at your mama house

Shoot while your grammy’s down

Hol, hol’ up, let me control anger

You know that it’s danger

Keep one in that chamber (In the chamber)

Chopper and rapper and singer

They say money talk and I don’t talk to strangers

Boom, course I can fuck ’cause I’m famous

I bought her some breasts and I bought her a anus

I’m workin’ my move, I’m hittin’ them angles

I’m out of this world like fuckin’ Uranus

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter (Tony, Tony)

Hold a nigga bitch, yeah

The peach trees in the backyard

I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah

Promoter granted for it

Hit ’em for a hunnid

Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah

Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy

Gon’ sign another trick, yeah

Too much paper in the pockets of these pants

Another band, it won’t fit, yeah

They won’t do the boy fair

I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah

That just another bodied set

Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah

Ain’t never had shit

Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

Fishin’

I just

Buy some

Young body

I just watchin’

[?]

Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi

I just bought a brand-new problem

Chopper, gotta [?]

Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi

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