"Rick" lyrics
Brrt, brrt, brrt, you know that, you know that
Uh, uh, come through fuckin', uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Twelvo made this shit bang)
Come through fuckin' up the dicks, now we all on 57th (You know that)
He a goofy, tap that switch, he tried to run, now tap that melon (Bust his shit)
SRT, this bitch keep yellin' (No bap)
Seen the jakes, I stopped and run
He a goofy, got no gun
Bitch, we bakin' shit for fun (You know that)
Long live 50, we ain't done
I blew the Draco with one arm
Get up on me, I ain't goin'
Fuckin' hoes, he watchin' porn (No bap)
Pussy so weak, that lil' bitch borin'
Fuck the Track', let's pull up foreign
My bitch so bad, boy, she ain't goin'
His ass a goofy, he a corn (You know that)
(His ass a goofy, he a corn)
Get with her friends, she showin' out
Put that dick all through her mouth
We was fuckin' on the couch
Did the guys, then kick her out
Sneak dissin' over clout
She got her brother, knock him out (No bap)
Fresh as hell, just check me out (You know that)
Trackhawk Jeep, this bitch no bought
I shoot at heads, that's what I was taught
Ain't had no V, we had to walk
Get on your knees, what the fuck you thought? (Bitch)
If Quan chase him, I know he caught
She tried to kiss me, was she lost? (Bad bitch)
Treat me like a fuckin' boss
Tryna be rich just like Rick Ross (You know that)
Money on point, he ready to toss (You know that, brr, go)
Walk in the store, fuck what it costs (Grab that shit)
Opps shot at me, boy, that shit false
They goofy ass keep cliquin' up (They keep cliquin' up)
Belt, belt
Come through fuckin' up the dicks, now we all on 57th (You know that)
He a goofy, tap that switch, he tried to run, now tap that melon (Bust his shit)
SRT, this bitch keep yellin' (No bap)
Seen the jakes, I stopped and run
He a goofy, got no gun
Bitch, we bakin' shit for fun (You know that)
Long live 50, we ain't done
I blew the Draco with one arm
Get up on me, I ain't goin'
Fuckin' hoes, he watchin' porn (No bap)
Pussy so weak, that lil' bitch borin'
Fuck the Track', let's pull up foreign
My bitch so bad, boy, she ain't goin'
His ass a goofy, he a corn (You know that, you know that)
Uh, uh, come through fuckin', uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Twelvo made this shit bang)
Come through fuckin' up the dicks, now we all on 57th (You know that)
He a goofy, tap that switch, he tried to run, now tap that melon (Bust his shit)
SRT, this bitch keep yellin' (No bap)
Seen the jakes, I stopped and run
He a goofy, got no gun
Bitch, we bakin' shit for fun (You know that)
Long live 50, we ain't done
I blew the Draco with one arm
Get up on me, I ain't goin'
Fuckin' hoes, he watchin' porn (No bap)
Pussy so weak, that lil' bitch borin'
Fuck the Track', let's pull up foreign
My bitch so bad, boy, she ain't goin'
His ass a goofy, he a corn (You know that)
(His ass a goofy, he a corn)
Get with her friends, she showin' out
Put that dick all through her mouth
We was fuckin' on the couch
Did the guys, then kick her out
Sneak dissin' over clout
She got her brother, knock him out (No bap)
Fresh as hell, just check me out (You know that)
Trackhawk Jeep, this bitch no bought
I shoot at heads, that's what I was taught
Ain't had no V, we had to walk
Get on your knees, what the fuck you thought? (Bitch)
If Quan chase him, I know he caught
She tried to kiss me, was she lost? (Bad bitch)
Treat me like a fuckin' boss
Tryna be rich just like Rick Ross (You know that)
Money on point, he ready to toss (You know that, brr, go)
Walk in the store, fuck what it costs (Grab that shit)
Opps shot at me, boy, that shit false
They goofy ass keep cliquin' up (They keep cliquin' up)
Belt, belt
Come through fuckin' up the dicks, now we all on 57th (You know that)
He a goofy, tap that switch, he tried to run, now tap that melon (Bust his shit)
SRT, this bitch keep yellin' (No bap)
Seen the jakes, I stopped and run
He a goofy, got no gun
Bitch, we bakin' shit for fun (You know that)
Long live 50, we ain't done
I blew the Draco with one arm
Get up on me, I ain't goin'
Fuckin' hoes, he watchin' porn (No bap)
Pussy so weak, that lil' bitch borin'
Fuck the Track', let's pull up foreign
My bitch so bad, boy, she ain't goin'
His ass a goofy, he a corn (You know that, you know that)
Writer(s): Jack Richard Thierer, Donte J. Ononiewu
