"Ric & Tully" lyrics

[The Kid Daytona:]
Lifesaver ringless
Skyscraper to you midgets
A pinstripe neighbor and I'm taking all the pennies
Majoring independent, to laying up with the women
You seeing nylon, and nail barbers and finish
Real canal blow a belt made from boa
Shitted on Sally Mae, just had a haste diploma
Rather lay with toes up, from a page I wrote up
Spit it on stage and get them hands to go up
Take yo bitch to Doma's, indoor stadium
Of faces in my crowd, your mouth, my sea's bathing in
Name is in the gala, no logos
All my hoes eat pussy, never no homo
Gay stylist from Milan, a Louise a via Rome
A two thousand dollar sweater, whoever should've told ya
Daytona, golden skin, constructives
Fuck bitches like four living, I touch rims

[Smoke DZA:]
Right
I ain't gonna hold you up, I'm a low junkie
I done shopped at every rugby in the whole country
Put posters on Front Street
All L to my undeeds
One deep, stunting on cruise
Bucket low, like I'm on a cruise
Maybe somewhere on the middle of the Mediterranean sipping booze
Real raw labels looking smooth
Smooth operator
Whine with the bullshit
Dude, you're a hater
Whine with the job shit, life shit, who got though
'Cause broke niggas shouldn't chat like so
I'm a made man, get it on the go
No limit, Curt Henning with the flow
Me and Peter on a chiba
Front row, rob verse scene-a