Aye Ricko
Aye yuh Uh
Sound like I ain't got shit going on (aye)
Why these niggas be talking bout'
Talking bout' guns, talking bout' they want these problems
N**a got a problem send em' straight to your father
I be ya' pops but I'm dead beat sorry
I got a redbone b**h like Cardi
Read these bitches finna' take em' to barney's
F**k up the game and I do it in a heartbeat
Hold up n**a just f**k it up
I got kick stand b**h I'ma kick you out
Doubled D t**s' I'm finna' go blick' em' out
Choppa' gon' beat up your brother, yo' sister house
Life is amazing I'm finna' go live it out
Niggas talk bout' me they know what I been about
I get the cash and you know it's a big amount
Smile on my face cause' you know that I bring em' down
She wanna' suck and I told her don't spit it out
I got em' in big shock today I woke em' up with a K
I be the Pg don't mess up the play
I got the VV' it shine in they face
All you can eat I'ma take em' to blaze
Spin on a block bet that shit like maze
Have that boy drop to the m**n' pave
Rocking these jeans like it's back in the day
Told these f**k niggas just get out my way they on my c**k they love to hate
Sending yo' shot the other way I got them rocks his shit is fake
I got them crops I smoke everyday
I'm in the gym and I took on your bae she wanna' bust and I told her no wait (weight)
No clock on the watch that's how a n**a be late
Call up Osama tuh' dropping these bombs
Real n**a shit I come straight from the palms
On some Iraq shit b**h I feel like Saddam
Smoking this gas cause it's keeping my calm
N**a know I get turnt up walk in this b**h with a burner
Teach a lil' lesson you gon' learn some
F**k up her back she get hit in her sternum
That b**h gay niggas hate when I turn em'
Bih' I'm sending them shots it ain't even concern him
Preach to the youth don't talk on my sermon
Counting these racks got more than a Dirham
Drink in the cup I ain't talking bout' beer pong
Told her to wait for me its been like a year long
War shit b**h I'm feeling like Kim Jong
Diamonds bright n**a look what my wrist on
I'm in New York, b**h taking a big bong
Slamming these h**s feel like a wrestler
I'm getting rich I don't care to impress her
Speak bout' it now b**h I'm whipping a Tesla
Hit bout' it n**a I feel like Sylvester
These bitches be gnats someone hand me the pesta'
You might need some brace you get hit with a Tecca
That b**h a bird she on wood like a pecker
You on the track with a pen like a tester
I'm on the track finna' spin where the rest of it
You niggas cap when I see you we best buds
I'm hella' tied with this shit like some dead bugs
Talk to me nice better talk with yo' chest up
Beefing with me bet I'm hoping you best luck
Drive by bet he keeping his head tucked
Pockets swole I be counting the dead bucks
Bring out the choppa' and watch how I f**k em' up
