Ricky

[Intro]
(Hurricane made this one)
(Sosa 808)

[Verse 1: PaperRoute Woo & Young Dolph]
You know that I go in (I go in)
Fuckin' this Grape bitch from the low in (The low in)
Ain't doin' no tusslin' (Uh-uh)
In the club, yeah, I got that pole in (That pole in)
Serve straight drop, nigga (Eat them), straight butter, nigga, we ain't touchin' no fed (No fed)
Solo thuggin', no with my brother nigga (Yeah), 'cause I don't need no friend (No friend)
Smokin' kush, poppin' Percs (Uh), gotta wash it down with the codeine (Dope)
Hollow tips in a Glock (Uh), perfect aim, I don't need no beam (No)
Twenty K one week, that ain't shit, man, I want more cheese (More cheese)
Blew to Cali, met the plug, nigga (Yeah), and went got my own Ps (Own Ps)
Rappin' 'bout a gangster lifе (Yeah), you ain't gangster, nigga, you the policе (Rat)
You just follow me on the 'Gram (Huh?), nigga, you don't really know me (Cap)
Hit the bitch from the back off the hunny, I ain't need no wig (Yeah)
Lil' niggas do it off the street (Yeah), nigga, they don't need no cheese (No cheese)
Big slime, big god (Uh), big Blood, all about racks (Slatt)
Thirty-round, fifty-round, hundred-round in all of my straps (Blatt)
Big rat, big cap, all that flodgin' get a nigga slapped (Slapped)
You rappin' 'bout another nigga life (Uh), you ain't livin' like that (Cap)
Went through TSA with this load on me (Yeah), I'm talkin' 'bout them racks (Rackaids)
I watch a nigga fold on me, he ain't love me, he ain't had my back (Pussy)
This nigga snake, so I'ma Ricky me a nigga, shoot him dead in the back (Ricky)
And make this shit amusing right now, so a nigga catchin' them packs (Packs)
Finna cop the Cartier (Uh), I ain't want it, so I copped me some bags (Bags)
Even when the drop came, nigga (What?), I was still pumpin' straight gas (Gas)
You the type of nigga get mad at a nigga 'bout some ass (Bitch-ass nigga)
And I'm the type of nigga gon' slime you out, nigga, 'bout that cash (Bitch)
What I got in both pockets? Nigga, you lucky your lil' stash
Nev-nev-never had a wallet, but you know a young nigga on a Bentley mad (Yeah)
Pistol in me, eat your head (Yeah)
Finger itchin' for them millions, man (Yeah), that young nigga finna get it, man (Yeah)
Ain't toleratin' shit from no nigga (Uh-uh), oh, you gon' be a finished man (Finished, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Fuckin' on this fat booty bitch from the North, met her on Frayser Boulevard (Uh)
The first time she invited me to her crib, I thought that she was tryna get me robbed (Uh)
I like too much expensive shit, that's why I never could get a regular job (I can't do that)
I just made a millio' in three or four weeks (Yeah)
Tell them suckers, "Fuck they feelings, nigga, talk cheap" (Yeah)
Ain't got no tool box, I just keep my hammer on a seat (Yeah)
I fucked your bitch and blocked her, got the plug on repeat (Run it up)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean walkin' on the beat (Hee)
My bitch a boss, but she gon' look and listen when I speak (Ayy)
What's your New Years resolution, dog? I just wanna eat
Ayy, hold up, let me say one more time, I just wanna eat (Eat)

[Outro: PaperRoute Woo]
Yeah, nigga, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Huh?)
Yeah, nigga gon' be a nigga wrapped up like a motherfuckin' blanket ring (Blanket, bitch nigga)
Yeah, and we ain't tolerate no disrespect from no other nigga (Uh-uh)
None of that fuck shit (None of that, dawg)
All you niggas fuck niggas (Uh)
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, in that order, man (Mm-hmm)
Know (That order)
Straight up (Huh)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)