Ricky P lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, I'm havin', uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Hllrt)
(Viper)
(b*tch) Yeah
(Yo, K, turn it up)
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1: [?], [?] & NipsoGang Foreign, NipscoGang Foreign]
Brodie bring some [?], watch me mix it like I'm Ricky P
Trappin' off the rap, sellin' verses like they ten a G
Huh, my lil' brodie drive them pints back from Tennessee
n*gga, that's some pop, that ain't Wock', you ain't trickin' me
Yeah, high as f*ck with my Glock in the booth
I can't pass on no opp, I'ma shoot
Do him bad, now it's blood on my boots
Got a Draco in this coupe, n*gga, long live the truth, n*gga, b*tch

[Verse 2: NipscoGang Foreign]
Said we gotta keep the truth alive
Do you wanna ride with me, baby, like do or die?
Thinkin' you can f*ck with me, this suicide
The Glock or FN, I brought 'em both, it's hard to decide
Opps quarantine listen— hold on (What you say?)
Got the opps quarantined listenin' to MO3, don't wanna go outside
All these n*ggas di*k suckin', pause, open wide
sh*t, they ain't comin' out, then we gon' go inside
[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Pull up top missin', they like, "What's wrong with the roof?"
A .44 Bulldog, you'll be gone if it roof
I can't f*ck with you, b*tch, 'cause you boof
That ain't no loud pack you smokin', that sh*t boof
She like, "Ralfy, why you got all these buttons in the coupe?"
She came with her friends and I told her, "What that one do?"
Got the b*tch slurpin' on noodles like Campbell's soup
b*tch pulled up in some uggs and got the boot
The Plug

[Verse 4: 1TakeJay]
I'm rollin' the dykes with my life, call me Teetelee
You got ten chains, they all little, you not Mr. T
Simon Says, hoes do what I'm sayin', I might be a P
Five stars, only thing I know is that I'm too elite
Gettin' hoes, like a lemonade, this sh*t simply
She thought you was havin', now she don't, 'cause now she with me
From the bedroom to the stage, I'm just performin' for the chili
You ain't 'posed to recap from your show 'cause that b*tch empty

[Verse 5: Head Hancho & PlayerrWays]
Ayy
Everytime I hit rodeo, I'ma drop bands
Plug knew I was the one, you ain't top ten
Why the f*ck is n*ggas broke? Need to stop playin'
Damn, I must be a junkie, droppin' deuces in a pop can
In a foreign with a ratchet, act like Pretty Vee
And I don't wanna hear your prices, I can get it cheap
Tired of all these fake rich n*ggas, they be killin' me (I'm like, ayy, ayy)
I thought this n*gga really had it, silly me (Ayy, what I say?)
[Verse 6: PlayerrWays]
I'm like ooee, ooee, it's loafy on it, [?] that part
The watch starry, sippin' up in dog sh*t and crashin' foreign cars
I'm born to be a star, a rap star sneaky mixin' Hellstar
My hood crashed hang 'cause I'm out rappin', I ain't crackin' no cards
Like I signed a deal, Playerr's still chasin' a mill', I'm takin' sales
Really off that field and I'm a joint, I'm eatin' five-star meals
I'ma youngin, I keep thing, but it's gon' bang tryna reach for these chains
It's back to back mean thing, saggin' Fairfax, Stincs run LA, b*tch