Ricky (feat. Young Dolph)

(Hurricane made this one)

(Sosa 808)

You know that I go in (I go in)

Fuckin' this great bitch from the low in (The low in)

Ain't doin' no tusslin' (Uh-uh)

In the club, yeah, I got that pole in (That pole in)

Serve straight drop, **** (Eat them), straight butter, ****, we ain't touchin' no fed (No fed)

Solo thuggin' 'lone with my brother, **** (Yeah), 'cause I don't need no friends (No friends)

Smokin' kush, poppin' Percs (Uh), gotta wash it down with the codeine (Dope)

Hollow tips in a Glock (Uh), perfect aim, I don't need no bin (No)

Twenty K one week, that ain't shit, man, I want more cheese (More cheese)

Blew to Cali', met the plug, **** (Yeah), and went got my own Ps (Own Ps)

Rappin' 'bout a gangster life (Yeah), you ain't gangster, ****, you the police (Rat)

You just follow me on the 'Gram (Huh?), ****, you don't really know me (Cap)

Hit the bitch from the back off the hunny, I ain't need no wig (Yeah)

Lil' **** do it off the street (Yeah), ****, they don't need no cheese (No cheese)

Big slime, big God (Uh), big Blood, all about racks (Slatt)

Thirty-round, fifty-round, hundred-round in all of my straps (Blatt)

Big rat, big cap, all that flodgin' get a **** slapped (Slapped)

You rappin' 'bout another ****'s life (Uh), you ain't livin' like that (Cap)

Went through TSA with this load on me (Yeah), I'm talkin' 'bout them racks (Rackaids)

I watch a **** fold on me, he ain't love me, he ain't had my back (Pussy)

This **** snake, so I'ma Ricky me a ****, shoot him dead in the back (Ricky)

And make this shit amusing right now, so a **** catchin' them packs (Packs)

Finna cop the Cartier (Uh), I ain't want it, so I copped me some bags (Bags)

Even when the drop came, **** (What?), I was still pumpin' straight gas (Gas)

You the type of **** get mad at a **** 'bout some ass (Bitch-ass ****)

And I'm the type of **** gon' slime you out, ****, 'bout that cash (Bitch)

What I got in both pockets? ****, you lucky your lil' stash

Nev-nev-never had a wallet, but you know a young **** on a Bentley mad (Yeah)

Pistol in me, eat your head (Yeah)

Finger itchin' for the millions, man (Yeah), a young **** finna get it, man (Yeah)

Ain't toleratin' shit from no **** (Uh-uh), oh, you gon' be a finished man (Finished)

(Yeah) Fuckin' on this fat booty bitch from the North, met her on Frayser Boulevard (Uh)

The first time she invited me to her crib, I thought that she was tryna get me robbed (Uh)

I like too much expensive shit, that's why I never could get a regular job (I can't do that)

I just made a millio in three or four weeks (Yeah)

Tell them suckers, "Fuck they feelings, ****, talk cheap" (Yeah)

Ain't got no tool box, I just keep my hammer on a seat (Yeah)

I fucked your bitch and blocked her, got the plug on repeat (Run it up)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean walkin' on the beat (Hee)

My bitch a boss, but she gon' look and listen when I speak (Ayy)

What's your New Years resolution, dawg? I just wanna eat

Ayy, hold up, let me say one more time, I just wanna eat (Eat)

Yeah, ****, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Huh?)

Yeah, **** gon' be a **** wrapped up like motherfuckin' blanket ring (Blanket, bitch ****)

Yeah, and we ain't tolerate no disrespect from no other **** (Uh-uh)

None of that fuck shit (None of that, dawg)

All you **** fuck **** (Uh)

Know what I'm sayin'? Yup, in that order, man (Mm-hmm)

Know (That order), straight up (Huh)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)