Ricky N Vlone lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same sh*t
Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic
This an angelic flow, n*gga, you ain't make this
If it's not USD, you can't make a payment
Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky
I already know that she gon' waste my time
And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime
Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine

[Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
You look at my jeans and it say Number (N)ine
And they be like "Tec', you repeating your lines"
And they ain't get that sh*t, had to say it two times
Used to think when I'm famous what it's finna be like

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Eater, eatеr, eater
Shawty wanna be a еater, freak on me, yeah
No, I can't keep her, she a dubski
I might take you overtime, we goin' OT
I might take you overseas
Took your b*tch, yeah, we goin' Belize
She say she love me, boy, I cannot believe
I told her turn around, that fatty, I squeeze
That b*tch, she on her knees, she givin' me–, eh
Brodie on his block, he gon' let it squeeze
n*ggas sharin' b*tches, y'all be dirty
Oh, you on that block gettin' dirty money
Remember when they wasn't f*ckin' with me