Rick & Ralph

I just put a four in the two liter bitch

Got a Glock on my side and I ain't miss shit

I been puffing on the gas that shit burning my lips

I just ran to the bands, now I'm leaving the country

I will never snake my brothers for pussy

That **** lame and his hoe tryna book me

Walk in the function I step in some Ksubi

Bands on my pants, got bands on my shirt

Got a Glock on my side, that bitch gonna go to work

Got the 808s, jumping made your bitch go and twerk

I don't know what it is, but it's feeling like a setup

Talking bout the cash, **** go and get your bread up

I was sat, outside, I was sat in the rain

And I can't even lie, I was going through the pain

I was sipping on the drank and I ain't feel the same

****, shut up, how you been talking bout cash, boy

I'm rocking Rick, Ralph Lauren

I'm in a coupe, little bitch imma floor it

I been sipping on drank, little bitch go and pour it

Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up

If you fuck with your set, ****, throw it up

I been counting up bands in a Bentley truck

Think you're part of the team, you ain't one of us

I just hop out the Benz then I hop in the Beamer

Got a badass white ho, look like Selena

I just broke her back out, now I'm fucking up her femur

Got real diamonds on my neck, Aquafina

Hop in the jet and I'm too gone

Exotic gas and it's too strong

It's been too long, what you been on

Gotta hold it down, got a motherfuckin' stay strong

You was on the right track, but you motherfuckin' went wrong

Two blunts deep, had to finish up the whole song

Drank in my cup, gotta sip, till the whole gone

Badass hoe wanna fuck, told her hold on

I just put a four in the two-liter, bitch

Got a Glock on my side and I ain't miss shit

I been puffing on the gas that shit burning my lips

I just ran to the bands, now I'm leaving the country

I will never snake my brothers for pussy

That **** lame and his hoe tryna book me

Walk in the function I step in some Ksubi

Bands on my pants, got bands on my shirt

Got a Glock on my side, that bitch gonna go to work

Got the 808s, jumping made your bitch go and twerk

I don't know what it is, but it's feeling like a setup

Talking bout the cash, **** go and get your bread up

I was sat, outside, I was sat in the rain

And I can't even lie, I was going through the pain

I was sipping on the drank and I ain't feel the same

****, shut up, how you been talking bout cash, boy

I'm rocking Rick, Ralph Lauren

I'm in a coupe, little bitch imma floor it

I been sipping on drank, little bitch go and pour it

Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up

If you fuck with your set, ****, throw it up

I been counting up bands in a Bentley truck

Think you're part of the team, you ain't one of us