It's Ricky!

Check mate niggas
It's Ricky
Whoo
Wipe the forehead sweat
Sister hit me on the text
Told me bout another check
Whoo
It's Ricky
Smell it on ya breath
You see me out in public nigga don't be fake just holla
Whoo
I'm swervin
Smoke and drive on purpose
Window tint like curtains
12 behind me got nervous like
Ain't perfect
Least u know a nigga worth it
Least u know a nigga worth it
I could push ya buttons don't fuck with me nigga

Right on time
Built to make incline
I designed everything you see me in
Don't be surprised
No surprise
Can't retire
Nigga this is foe life
FAOL® foe life
You aint fuckin' with it nigga take a hike
Now I got one condition
That's grind like no pot to piss in
You see me with this Ankh but don't cross me just like a Christian
In need of vitamin D cause you say you malnutrition
And now you inviting me in ya spine so I can get in
This my own rendition
Example of what's been missin
Now open ya third eye
You see the signs up in that attic?
Got rid of them bad vibes
Bad thoughts and bad habits
Wifey roll a good joint and I'm coughin like asthmatics
Yeah
I was 17 when I dreamed like Dr King yeah
She be top tier bought wifey a brand new ring yeah
Like a conflict diamond Sierra Leone aint clean yet
Lot of commas bring drama groupies treat me like Jesus
Whoo

Whoo Whoo
Wipe the forehead sweat
Brother hit me on the text
Told me bout another check
Whoo!
I smell it on ya breath
You see me out in public nigga don't be fake just holla
Whoo
I'm swervin
Smoke and drive on purpose
Window tint like curtains
12 behind me got nervous like
Ain't perfect
Least you know a nigga worth it
Least you know a nigga worth it
I could push ya buttons don't fuck with me nigga

What chu talkin bout
I talk contracts bank accounts
IRAs with big amounts
She want a bigger ass how bout a bigger house
They want bigger clout
Don't you know that bring bigger mouths
Don't you know if you sloppy with bacon police and them Feds gone be piggin out
Oh you trippin now
Whoo
It's Ricky bitch
Ain't no need to be picky if
You get what you give and I don't give a shit
All of that talkin I'm sick of it
Ain't no team without Ricky bitch
Ain't no dream
Ain't no cream
Ain't no doc to cure these fiends without Ricky
Ricky

Whoo Whoo
Wipe the forehead sweat
Brother hit me on the text
Told me bout another check
Whoo!
I smell it on ya breath
You see me out in public nigga don't be fake just holla
Whoo
I'm swervin
Smoke and drive on purpose
Window tint like curtains
12 behind me got nervous like
Ain't perfect
Least you know a nigga worth it
Least you know a nigga worth it
I could push ya buttons don't fuck with me nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Freeman Jr.
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