Rick the Ruler
Yuh, aye, yuh, flare
Ice, fatal
Zip, zip, zip, zip, zip
Shots I'm calling
Shots I'm calling
L-U-X-E-B-W-O-Y money sign man
Brrr, fah, Luxe, yeah
Zip, zip, zip, yeah, yeah
Player, yeah
Hoe slayer, a hoe taker
Rushing to that bag, yeah
I'm not patient, uh
Really in the field
Gotta tie my laces
Hitman hit, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I'm Strapped up
And I'm Luxe too
Shawty fine, I intertwine
Got her in the loop
Like a heist I took his wife
Now she in the coupe
Than she turned my way
And than she asked what you tryna do?
Told her we should slide to your crib
So we could make some moves
She like "bae that's cool" cause on her mind
She was thinking too
Pull up to the spot, walk through the door
Head to the master room
She said let me freshen up and slide in something comfortable
Minutes they went by, feeling funny vibes
Heard a door slam, than I looked outside
Seen them in all black, lead by four or five
So I grabbed the .9, said it's time to ride
Hoe slayer, a hoe taker
Rushing to that bag, yeah
I'm not patient, uh
Really in the field
Gotta tie my laces
Hitman hit, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Ice, fatal
Zip, zip, zip, zip, zip
Shots I'm calling
Shots I'm calling
L-U-X-E-B-W-O-Y money sign man
Brrr, fah, Luxe, yeah
Zip, zip, zip, yeah, yeah
Player, yeah
Hoe slayer, a hoe taker
Rushing to that bag, yeah
I'm not patient, uh
Really in the field
Gotta tie my laces
Hitman hit, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I'm Strapped up
And I'm Luxe too
Shawty fine, I intertwine
Got her in the loop
Like a heist I took his wife
Now she in the coupe
Than she turned my way
And than she asked what you tryna do?
Told her we should slide to your crib
So we could make some moves
She like "bae that's cool" cause on her mind
She was thinking too
Pull up to the spot, walk through the door
Head to the master room
She said let me freshen up and slide in something comfortable
Minutes they went by, feeling funny vibes
Heard a door slam, than I looked outside
Seen them in all black, lead by four or five
So I grabbed the .9, said it's time to ride
Hoe slayer, a hoe taker
Rushing to that bag, yeah
I'm not patient, uh
Really in the field
Gotta tie my laces
Hitman hit, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
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Writer(s): Shaun Holt
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