Story Time
Yeah, Y'all know what time it is?!
It's Rik bandz!
Bitch they call me Rik, I'm talking 'bout bitches
Fuck so many hoes, I feel like King Griffey
Conceded but I know (huh), I think I earned that ticket
Crispy head to toe (whatchu steppin' in), I'm steppin' in Givenchy's
Niggas love to hate, that's why I don't act friendly
Angry in your eyes, I can sense the envy
Emulated my life, but you could never be me (you can't)
Boa I'm from them trenches, 317 repping till the day I go
Yeah I'm in yo city, but I'm only here for the pros
Make a couple racks, then go fuck a lotta hoes (Yessir)
Gucci flips flops, I'ma hit the sto by 4
Bitch tryna fuck, but I know she fucked my bro
I'ma play the game so smoove on her though,
She don't need to know that I fucking know (spin It)
Shordy text me at like 5, like whatchu on?
I'm at crib facing P's, to the dome
She text me back like "Come through, I'm alone"
I'm on my way, I hit the highway, I'm on the phone
I get to the crib it's like 6, I got my stick
Please don't feel alarmed, I always keep it in the whip
This ain't fucking game, Rik can't go for shit (He can't)
Back to the story shawty coming to the whip
She say you gone come in or you gone keep playing and shit
Shawty coming to the whip looking thick as shit
I'm 'bouta give her 7 rounds of some good dick
I get to the crib I then forgot it was a lick
Plus we at her parents house, so let's make it quick
Her momma get off at 8, so I gotta hit and dip
Blowing out her back got her screaming " Rik and shit"
This ain't no fucking cap that bitch was dancing on this dick
Put her right to sleep then we right back to the script
Cleaned the whole house up, this was the perfect lick
Got to the spot around 9, she text me mad as shit
Like "damn somebody broke into my shit, I'm about to throw a fit"
Blowing up my shit back to back
I got like 10 text (ten text)
I got like 10 text (this bitch blew my shit)
I got like 10 text
Bitch they call me Rik, I'm talking 'bout bitches
Fuck so many hoes, I feel like King Griffey
Conceded but I know, I think I earned that ticket
Crispy head to toe (whatchu steppin' in), I'm steppin' in Givenchy's
Niggas love to hate, that's why I don't act friendly
Angry in your eyes, I can sense the envy
Emulated my life, but you could never be me nigga
It's Rik bandz!
Bitch they call me Rik, I'm talking 'bout bitches
Fuck so many hoes, I feel like King Griffey
Conceded but I know (huh), I think I earned that ticket
Crispy head to toe (whatchu steppin' in), I'm steppin' in Givenchy's
Niggas love to hate, that's why I don't act friendly
Angry in your eyes, I can sense the envy
Emulated my life, but you could never be me (you can't)
Boa I'm from them trenches, 317 repping till the day I go
Yeah I'm in yo city, but I'm only here for the pros
Make a couple racks, then go fuck a lotta hoes (Yessir)
Gucci flips flops, I'ma hit the sto by 4
Bitch tryna fuck, but I know she fucked my bro
I'ma play the game so smoove on her though,
She don't need to know that I fucking know (spin It)
Shordy text me at like 5, like whatchu on?
I'm at crib facing P's, to the dome
She text me back like "Come through, I'm alone"
I'm on my way, I hit the highway, I'm on the phone
I get to the crib it's like 6, I got my stick
Please don't feel alarmed, I always keep it in the whip
This ain't fucking game, Rik can't go for shit (He can't)
Back to the story shawty coming to the whip
She say you gone come in or you gone keep playing and shit
Shawty coming to the whip looking thick as shit
I'm 'bouta give her 7 rounds of some good dick
I get to the crib I then forgot it was a lick
Plus we at her parents house, so let's make it quick
Her momma get off at 8, so I gotta hit and dip
Blowing out her back got her screaming " Rik and shit"
This ain't no fucking cap that bitch was dancing on this dick
Put her right to sleep then we right back to the script
Cleaned the whole house up, this was the perfect lick
Got to the spot around 9, she text me mad as shit
Like "damn somebody broke into my shit, I'm about to throw a fit"
Blowing up my shit back to back
I got like 10 text (ten text)
I got like 10 text (this bitch blew my shit)
I got like 10 text
Bitch they call me Rik, I'm talking 'bout bitches
Fuck so many hoes, I feel like King Griffey
Conceded but I know, I think I earned that ticket
Crispy head to toe (whatchu steppin' in), I'm steppin' in Givenchy's
Niggas love to hate, that's why I don't act friendly
Angry in your eyes, I can sense the envy
Emulated my life, but you could never be me nigga
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Writer(s): Rik Bandz
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