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Grrt, look Look at the flick of the wrist (Whip) I bet you a hundred we're flickin’ a figure And niggas is gettin' you clipped (Bam) You look like a navy, you niggas is lazy I'm goin’ so crazy, I did a 180, my life is amazin' Aside from the bullshit that I have been grated All of my green, like I'm Kimbe and Tatum I run the point, like LeBron at the Staples (Check) Whenever you need me, I'm willin' and able If it so happens that I ain't on dodge I run the package, the flies'll come make you (Countin' money) Shoutout to Drizzy, I hope that they free him ’Cause he was just fillin’ his bag up with pesos (Free Drizzy) Young nigga wipin' his nose if I say so (Brr) I just keep pilin’ my pockets with queso (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Just so my homie done cut to the Jacob He better shoot it, 'cause I could've used it I went from five dollars and clip for the music Been waitin' on fifty, like I’m in the unit (Up) The price for the grams is like six of them twenties Five every hour, an easy six-hundred My cut run it over with nothin' but blue faces Bitch, all them screw faces leave to assumption (Bang) My youngin be clearin' the scene when he dumpin' Letras de cancionesWearin' the forty, like Harrison Barnes (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Twenty-one shots, like it just became legal Call it the mask, is it seein' the dog? It's crazy 'cause all of these rap niggas fraud Subliminal shots on your video blog That ain't your reality, if they was to battle me It's a fatality, finish 'em off Virgil just sent me a package from France Da Vinci and Dior, I'm throwin' it on D'USSE with the ace, like I'm rollin' with Sean (Uh) I seen like a hundred since Ricky and Fonz (Money) VVs on my neck, Rolex on my arm Smoke out that fifty-eight for all the palms (Ha) Alchemist made me this beat with a bomb (Boom) Choppers everywhere, I live in Sudan (Brr) All this money, ain't no keepin' me calm Turkey sandwiches with bread and a palm 2020, I can do what I want Yeah, give me, finna give me it all, uh Hahaha Yeah, it's Ricky Look I've been runnin' this shit so long, I'ma be honest, it's not even fair Niggas is pussy, that side over there, so why would I care if somebody got air? (Ha) They switch on my pitch, I'm rich as a bitch Knots in my pocket and knots on my hip (Uh-huh) I got your bitch, she all on my dick I told that ho' to get out of my hair (Haha) I'm from a city, a lot of despair And mama love, ain't have a dollar to spare You gotta be careful, gotta keep one in the head And don't throw a shot at the air You can not be fearful, I had the Glock on my hip In the spot sellin' product in there, and my eyes be tearful Soon as I found out the news, my lil' nigga got shot in the head, ah (That's my dawg) Might do they interviews (Uh-huh), but I ignore the questions (I do) Never ignore the blessings (For real), you can't ignore the lessons (Not at all) I fucked the first night, then I ignored the texts (Hahaha) You gotta see the signs, bitch, you can't ignore the message (Talk to 'em) I made some more investments (Uh-huh) Before I sign them deals that come across my office desk You know us, trust come first, on some Shenoran Spesh shit (What up, family?) You know they can't breathe when I'm in the buildin', that boy asbestus (Uh-huh) You know that boy the freshest (Woo) Know how I pop out, Bugatti skeleton, I pull the watch out (Ah) Play the field like I'm Steph Diggs on a hot route (Ah) I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch I flew in from Moscow (Hahaha) You niggas can have the game back, just not now (I got it from here) Machine, bitch I'm out of my llama, I'm out of my mind Out of my debt and I'm out of the climb Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wine Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter I gather and spin through your block With a satter and satterin' Saturn They call me lover and I grew the fightin' Went up to shoot, I'm not much of a stabber Not much of a looter, you just a grab of the rookus To give up, you just to have one When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up You gonna need all of your niggas You formin' a war with your niggas Well, then, I'ma tag up You want the smoke, niggas the backup I'm the dope niggas don't back up Wine teen, rusty toast, "Hi, I'm Bean, no East coast?" Fryin' green, smooth criminal, try lean, dyin' breed Cousins stove and I'ma try and breathe Want the smoke and I'ma try and leave Nigga better off tryin' Biden before they ever talk tryin' me That effort get the letter A, you know, the ones followed by an E I rap nice, but I can't spell, 'cause I put the K before I-N-D Wanna get boss, nigga line me, when the chip tossed, nigga, mind me We'll get Kriss Kross'd in the mix, wanna get lost, nigga, find me From Letras Mania