Put On Rick

[Chorus]
I’ve been on my glory
I’ve been up, all the bitches like my story
Who the fuck is you, actin' like you know me
We gon' slide his house, he in there like he Cory
Wake on up, I hit my blunt, I start my morning
I stopped textin' all these hoes, got nothing for me
You still taking pics with Supreme, you so corny
Put on Rick, put on Rick
Put on Rick, put on

[Verse]
I-In my bag, nigga, yeah
Driving scat, nigga
B-Bitch, I need my bread, I need that shit like fast, nigga
Yeah, never need a handout, Truey for the pants now
Remember I was rocking Levi, now it's fancy denim
Taxing niggas, Fanum, r-riding in a phantom
B-Brodie in the back, he dropping lines right in his Fanta
Ain't driving no SRT, yeah, all my whips, I own, yeah
Back then I ain't have no whip, nigga had to walk right to the store, yeah
She wanna see my stones, yeah
Didn't want me 'til I blowed up
N-Now my phone get blowed up
Got niggas sick like 'rona
T-Talkin' shit like hold up
We get him popped like soda
(G-Get him popped like soda)

[Chorus]
I’ve been on my glory
I’ve been up, all the bitches like my story
Who the fuck is you, actin' like you know me
We gon' slide his house, he in there like he Cory
Wake on up, I hit my blunt, I start my morning
I stopped textin' all these hoes, got nothing for me
You still taking pics with Supreme, you so corny
Put on Rick, put on Rick
Put on Rick, put on