"Rituals" lyrics

50 cal', this bitch the size of my back
40 cal', might let it blow to the max
I'm smellin' fruity, I roll up a sack
He rub on my booty and lick down my crack
Whoa, bussdown, bussdown, watch how you act
He blowin' my math, but I know how to add it
Son all you bitches, go sit with the nanny
Smoke out the packs, I ain't rockin' a fanny
We sanitize, don't need your handin'
Out at the party, bitches keep grabbin'
Wild out with my bitches, I keep me a cannon
You're not a baller, your game keep laggin'
She not a baddie, her panties granny
I'm not scared of change, I be goin' through drastic
Thought they was gon' shit on me until I passed 'em
Big dawg, big dawg, how did you get it?
They askin'
Get on your feet and don't ask for no pity
I got my own Dale, I don't need you to chip in
I'm countin' my blessings in silence, you trippin'
I can't show love to these witches
This ain't Nintendo, lil' nigga, we brought out the switches
His dick lookin' limp, think that boy need a biscuit
I get the cake 'cause I'm mixin' the Bisquick

I keep givin' sauce out 'cause I got infinite
I'm a real artist, you bitches scribblin'
I be ballin', I don't even dribble
Dog-ass bitch, I'ma feed you some kibble
Freaky-ass nigga tryna suck my nipples
You made double, I made triple
Killin' these hoes, they think I do rituals
We gon' pop that ho like a 'Sicle

He African, I wanna party in Lagos
The scent on my body Byredo
I stack up the Legos
That nosy shit get bitches kicked off the payroll
I peel off the top like the roof was a mango
This AR got range, but we not in a Rover
I won't repeat it, I already told ya
Groupie-ass bitch tryna sleep on my sofa
This ain't no hangover
I'm a star, supernova
He like my car 'cause the motor (Vroom)
Man, tell these bitches switch the flow up
Watch how I raise the score
Yes, I am Rico, but there's no indicting me
I keep a Glock, ain't no random bitch fightin' me
I lie to you, but you better not lie to me
Used to be down, they was pilin' on top of me

I keep givin' sauce out 'cause I got infinite
I'm a real artist, you bitches scribblin'
I be ballin', I don't even dribble
Dog-ass bitch, I'ma feed you some kibble
Freaky-ass nigga tryna suck my nipples
You made double, I made triple
Killin' these hoes, they think I do rituals
We gon' pop that ho like a 'Sicle

I keep givin' sauce out 'cause I got infinite
I'm a real artist, you bitches scribblin'
I be ballin', I don't even dribble
Dog-ass bitch, I'ma feed you some kibble
Freaky-ass nigga tryna suck my nipples
You made double, I made triple
Killin' these hoes, they think I do rituals
We gon' pop that ho like a 'Sicle

I keep—
I keep—