Lyrics:
don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
You just drunk
You don't hate me , You just mad
You can't even look me in the eye
Everytime we pass by
(Why you like rumors)
(Why you like rumors)
Door
names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James
on my starting team
(To the hoop, y'all, watch out, watch out)
(In yo face, here comes the rest)
Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete
Now these
squeeze
Niggas sharing bitches y'all be dirty
Oh you on that block getting dirty money
Remember when they wasn't fucking with me
Rick Owens Raf Simons all
Every time they see me they be on me
I don’t know your name bitch get off me
I be tryna get it by my lonely
Used to have some haters that were on my
And I'm falling like I'm rick but I ain't Rich
And I'm walking on my own two feet In this bitch
And I'm really on another planet you Don't seem to get
So
goes the stick heard his name was Rick
Doing the job real quick Body all white he must be sick
Can't slip don't be slick Bullets left his neck all
of y'all won't call blitz
Niggas want me dead but I'm still walking, guess imma zombie in this bitch better call Rick
AR 76.2's bitch big bone I'll put
Stay down, that's ten toes
Y'all know the code, that's "fuck hoes"
It's NoFace and D-Lo
We back at it, who want smoke?
I told you I done this, now
then
In the streets trying master the sweet science of sin
But this game got a whole lot of valleys and very few peaks
The earth will not be inherited by
the flare I’m feeling like Rick I ain’t talkin Morty
Got to be fine if she ain’t a dime can’t come to this party
And you got to wait Giuseppe we skate
I’m
pac and slick rick
Put the work in while the percs make em sick
Ouu you bout to make me spaz out
This shit up for grabs now
I ain't tryna have a flag
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
out my coat, it's critical (Woah)
I break it down to the paper, y'all niggas fold
Kash cold
I mix the Lanvin with VLone, Rick Owens cost a grippy-o
Ayo, I never had a car, that's why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static, headphones on, it's
know the reason why I hurt
You ain't no better then the next
And I concur
Big shit
A big house
A big whip
Slick Rick
Bitch la di da di
Yo peep dis
Clean
on my starting team
(To the hoop, y'all, watch out, watch out)
(In yo face, here comes the rest)
Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete
Now these
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
by Agent Smith (Praise God)
Still major in this, still dangerous
Still get the bills in the mail, y'all still paperless
No need for mollys and Percs
the vibes, for the ones that wanna get to know me
Made by the mess that's why I reach the masses
Started out as a street scholar now I got my masters
Heavy in
See the trap money good
But the wrath is pillin' you and God got beef
You don't want them problems
Cause why we getting fast that money good
But
a loss
I’m a major boss, like I’m Rick Ross
You ain’t fucking with me then you gone get flipped off
List of rappers I’m better than I can list em off
They
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