Ricky Bobby
I'm in the hills go figure I'm with Tommy
I pop four pills and I turn into a zombie
Smoke 3.5s
Shit it turn into a hobby
3.5 to yo lungs
Get you outta body
Interstate in a scat pack
Ricky Bobby
They say do he smoke thrax
Ricky probably
They say do he move pack
Ricky obvi
If there's snakes in the grass
Ricki ticki tavi
You know I keep the blickys on me
Everything sticky
Everything Ricky on me
Fit to wet
Shit I need to switch the laundry
Get one check
And these bitches switching on me
What the fuck jack
Bro walking up too fast
Like get the fuck back
Bro talking bout Ricky trash
Nah fuck that
Bro talking bout taking Ls
I'm like what's that?
Every top I hop in the booth
I'm like what's cap?
Bro talking bout he gon shoot
Bro with what strap?
Bro
Go take a fucking nap
All I do is smoke on fucking thrax
That's a fucking fact
I'm a son of a bitch
Tim Duncan
I got 21 in the clip
Say I'm fronting
Oh you must be the funniest bitch
Fountain pop
And I put some purple plum in the shit
Bro out here praying
That I'm gonna plummet and shit
Bro out here acting dumb
I'm hitting him
Damnnn
I'm bouta fall over
Put a couple rackys on the table
Spread it all over
Put a couple eighty's in my lungs
I'm not at all sober
Stand on my money
Lil bitch i'm tall as hulk hogan
Talking bout you got Za
You smoking shake
Pull up with more ice on
Than a frozen lake
Pull up they can see I'm goat
It's no debate
Before you hold your own
You gonna have to hold some pape
Before you know you goat
You gonna have to know yo place
On stage all my fans tryna dap me up
Bitch got the calculator out she tryna add me up
I'm pulling all the flavors out
Shit had me stuck
I just poured a 8 of wok out
In my Wendy's cup
I just told bro like
Do not pretend you tough
Better pray to god cuz
I'm bouta send you up
Told bro it's 50 for the eighth
He said is ten enough?
Oh bro you joking right
If you spent 10 on that shit
Bro you ain't smoking right
Kidnap my plug and piss on him if the BO
Was light
Bro you ain't even throw me fat
And it's overpriced?
Bro get the fuck outta here
Told bro drop the addy
And he did not appear
Swerving all in traffic
Like I don't know how to steer
If I see twelve like
Fuck it I'm outta here
I rather face my tails
Than face yo Ls
What's yo bitch number
Tryna ask if she got face for sale
Walked out pockets stuffed
Accidentally left a paper trail
It's like I can't even lose
Dare somebody try to make me fail
I pop four pills and I turn into a zombie
Smoke 3.5s
Shit it turn into a hobby
3.5 to yo lungs
Get you outta body
Interstate in a scat pack
Ricky Bobby
They say do he smoke thrax
Ricky probably
They say do he move pack
Ricky obvi
If there's snakes in the grass
Ricki ticki tavi
You know I keep the blickys on me
Everything sticky
Everything Ricky on me
Fit to wet
Shit I need to switch the laundry
Get one check
And these bitches switching on me
What the fuck jack
Bro walking up too fast
Like get the fuck back
Bro talking bout Ricky trash
Nah fuck that
Bro talking bout taking Ls
I'm like what's that?
Every top I hop in the booth
I'm like what's cap?
Bro talking bout he gon shoot
Bro with what strap?
Bro
Go take a fucking nap
All I do is smoke on fucking thrax
That's a fucking fact
I'm a son of a bitch
Tim Duncan
I got 21 in the clip
Say I'm fronting
Oh you must be the funniest bitch
Fountain pop
And I put some purple plum in the shit
Bro out here praying
That I'm gonna plummet and shit
Bro out here acting dumb
I'm hitting him
Damnnn
I'm bouta fall over
Put a couple rackys on the table
Spread it all over
Put a couple eighty's in my lungs
I'm not at all sober
Stand on my money
Lil bitch i'm tall as hulk hogan
Talking bout you got Za
You smoking shake
Pull up with more ice on
Than a frozen lake
Pull up they can see I'm goat
It's no debate
Before you hold your own
You gonna have to hold some pape
Before you know you goat
You gonna have to know yo place
On stage all my fans tryna dap me up
Bitch got the calculator out she tryna add me up
I'm pulling all the flavors out
Shit had me stuck
I just poured a 8 of wok out
In my Wendy's cup
I just told bro like
Do not pretend you tough
Better pray to god cuz
I'm bouta send you up
Told bro it's 50 for the eighth
He said is ten enough?
Oh bro you joking right
If you spent 10 on that shit
Bro you ain't smoking right
Kidnap my plug and piss on him if the BO
Was light
Bro you ain't even throw me fat
And it's overpriced?
Bro get the fuck outta here
Told bro drop the addy
And he did not appear
Swerving all in traffic
Like I don't know how to steer
If I see twelve like
Fuck it I'm outta here
I rather face my tails
Than face yo Ls
What's yo bitch number
Tryna ask if she got face for sale
Walked out pockets stuffed
Accidentally left a paper trail
It's like I can't even lose
Dare somebody try to make me fail
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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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