Ricc

[Intro]
The **** is wrong with you?
Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
You know like, that's why I don't like flying these hoes out
Cause they don't know how to go home
Bitch, you gotta go
We like to rock Rick Owens and shit like that

[Hook]
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick (Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field, all they know is this (All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks (You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches (She never wanna go back)
We- we go on tour with these glizzies (Big glizzy)
No cap (No funny shit)

[Verse 1]
Every time I pop molly, get paranoid, tell bro that we need more chops (We need more Glocks, for real)
Leave a nigga laid out vertical, he talk bout gang, or he play with the guap (Grrt)
Man, these niggas more square than a Polaroid
Copping out Chanel for some two dollar thots (Lame)
We deal with more bags than the airport, [?] on stop shop (She don't want it bro)
Spend a backend on Ricks, young niggas gon' duct tape and torture the plug, yeah (No funny shit)
Burnt bitch tweeting that shit, she mad her friend got chose, she a dub
She plays no game with the dick, tongue ring on her tits
And she from Zone 6 (Oh, yeah)
Thigh pads on me, this a sport, pop a halftime first
Then I put on my pointers (Ice, ice)
Every time I go to Miami, I'm bringing my shooter
He drip like [?]
The Dior [?] hugging my back, smoke Zaza right down Collins
Going on tour with the [?], get turned to a spliff reaching for my collar (Big Sharc)
Anybody front, get shot, [?] XD, fifth out the Off-White joggers
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick
Young boys in the field, and they play with sticks
We go on tour with these glizzies, no cap

[Hook]
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick (Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field, all they know is this (All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks (You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches (She never wanna go back)
We go on tour with these glizzies (No cap)
No cap (No funny shit)

[Verse 2]
I- I got a lil bitch in the Bronx, she a Saint Laurent fiend, and she talk that Spanglish (Spanglish)
223's for the kid, did your Momma tell you, "Don't hang with them gangstas"? (Don't play with them thugs)
If a nigga go broke, finna wave the XD, gon' open up your top like a stadium
Cold Acorn pints in the freezer, my new freak a scammer, she say she got beans (Beans)
Yeah- yeah, see through racks, Gucci socks, dirty 30 round mop, I stuff it in the Prada
Sharc gon' slide, and if I smell high, then I cop the Pink Runtz in the grabba (High grabba)
My lil [?], gang unit out, niggas keep getting flamed (You know the vibes)
Every time I'm in Hidden Hills, go RP pills and narco crazy
Every time I go to New York, pop a 80, on point, you know they grimey (They grimey)
Pocket rocket in the Monclizz coat, I clap me a opp nigga, right through the pocket (Grrt)
Don't go against the gang, you won't win, we brought FN chopsticks to the venue (Yeah, yeah)

[Hook]
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick (Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field, all they know is this (All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks (You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches (She never wanna go back)
We go on tour with these glizzies (Big glizzy)
No cap

[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, is this your friend?
Don't worry he died doing what he loved; being a dumb ******* rat