Rich The Kid – Easy (Dedicated to Pop Smoke) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Rich The Kid - Easy (prod. CuBeatz & AXL Beats)

Listen, MP3 Download, get the lyrics and watch the video to – Easy (Dedicated to the late Pop Smoke) by Rich The Kid. The song was produced by CuBeatz & AXL Beats.

Rich The Kid Easy (prod. Cubeatz & Axl Beats)
Rich The Kid Easy (prod. Cubeatz & Axl Beats)

Rich The Kid has ties in New York. Although he puts on for both NYC and Atlanta, he is clearly a fan of the music that has been coming out of Brooklyn in recent years. Artists like Pop Smoke, Fivio Foreign, Smoove’L, and others have revolutionized drill in the city of Brooklyn, showing their own unique ways of getting to the bag. The passing of Pop Smoke shook the hip-hop community to its core and it even inspired RTK to dedicate his latest video display to the late 20-year-old.

Produced by AXL Beats, one of Pop Smoke’s go-to producers, Rich The Kid has officially released the video for “Easy.” Mobbing out inside the bodega, at the laundromat, and in the streets of New York City has never looked so cool. Especially when all of those activities are basically viewed as luxuries right now. Going to stock up on snacks at the corner store is dangerous these days. The laundromat is a nice escape from self-quarantine. And the streets are pretty much on lockdown. Still, Rich The Kid finds a way to glamorize all of these activities, while also appearing menacing in the clip with his crew standing close behind him.

Rich The Kid – Easy (prod. CuBeatz & AXL Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)

[Chorus]
My wrist, that’s a hunnid easy (Hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don’t wear no Yeezys (Bad)
Big bank so the money don’t fold
I’m a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, automatic E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (What?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain’t talkin’ nothing (Nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin’
Made a fifty double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted

[Verse]
Throw it back (Throw it back)
She want a Birkin but she can’t get none of that (What?)
Ass fat, she want a rack, I told her to make it clap
Last night, I made a hunnid easy
I usually charge, but she could get a freebie
My last bitch, she said she didn’t need me
Now she broke and bust it for the free-ski
Ooh, I done bought the Lamborghini (Skrrt)
I be flexin’ on ’em, know they see me
Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn’t match that
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Hunnid)
She don’t wear no Yeezy, is you dummy?
Drop a bullet, hit you in the tummy
Niggas love the cappin’, but it’s real me

[Chorus]
My wrist, that’s a hunnid easy (Hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don’t wear no Yeezys (Bad)
Big bank so the money don’t fold
I’m a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, automatic E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (What?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (Woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain’t talkin’ nothing (Nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin’
Made a fifty double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted (Rich)

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