Ric James lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, roll one
Nah, roll one
Summrs, haha!
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
Put my b*tch in Neiman Marcus
Coolin' somewhere where them sharks is
Bullets rippin' through his cartilage
Smokin' tree out the forest
Little, li' b*tch clueless, she askin', "How do I do this?"
Know I gotta stay true to this (Who do I trust? Me!)
This b*tch gon' act like she new to this

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you know you suck the squad
b*tch, you know you suck the gang
b*tch, I'm smokin' on that gas
Smokin' on propane
Off a f*ckin', f*ckin' Xan'
Off a Xan' for the pain
In that big body Benz
Switchin' on them lanes
One thing I never been (It's Moe Trappa and you f*ckin' with Surreal Gang!), I never been a f*ckin' lame
.223 up on my side, catch you tryna snatch my chain
Sippin' on that purple sh*t, sippin' on purple rain
You would think that I'm Prince, but my diamonds Ric James
[Verse 3]
Ayy, kickin' sh*t with my side b*tch, kickin' sh*t with my main b*tch
Know these n*ggas stay plottin', on my gang, I'm never changin'
I'm in Texas, swangin', and I'm tryna be bangin'
He don't really be on gang sh*t, he don't really be on bang sh*t
I could see it in his eyes, I can see just how he came in
Seein' right through your disguise, I see that you a lil' b*tch
Took your b*tch, you wonder why, 'cause she know that I'm the sh*t
She gon' think my name hold weight, yeah
Smokin' gas 'til I'm baked
Smokin' gas 'til I can't even feel my motherf*ckin' face
Flexin' on these little n*ggas, flexin' like I lift weights
If you ain't tryna suck the squad, b*tch, then get the f*ck up out my face (Who do I trust? Me!)

[Outro]
Yeah, get the f*ck up out my face
Get the f*ck up out my face
Get the f*ck up out my face
I'm smokin' gas to the face
I know that I love that b*tch face
Smokin' gas to the face, yeah
It's Moe Trappa and you f*ckin' with Surreal Gang!