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[Hook]
I'm just tryna get my guap right
Cause how I'm living man, it's not right
Nothing given but I got mine
I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line
Quavo, I hit her one time
But I think about her sometimes
I blow smoke till the sun shine
Cah life's f*cked but I love mine

[Verse 1]
I hit the M-way and flew back
I put my ends on the map
I've got the ends on this roof rack
My n*gga cooks crack like my new rap
Screaming "Thug life" like I'm Tupac
Riding round my ends, where's the roof at?
They wanna talk grind, me I walk grind
P, I hit the strip and abuse that
Cah being broke, I refusе that
I'm still riding on two flats
Got the streets waiting on this new crap
I think I'm Nino, this New Jack
I'vе got four young boys in two flats
I get this guwop on two traps
Blowing on this reefer, I need me a Keisha, the truth that
I said I need me a Keisha, the truth that
And that's a damn b*tch that'll suck a di*k and roll a plane up
She gon' take a trip, no whip, she takes the train up
If you love me you'd do that
I've got some young boys that do that
Bird call, I send 'em through that
That's your door, where's the food at?
Try touch me, I'll U that
I just hit country and flew back
And she rolled my spliff up and twosed that
She said she loves how I do that
But I've gotta go, I've gotta go
This money keeps calling me, stuck on these roads
And music needs all of me
Music needs all of me, don't think I know
Don't think you know what I'm going through
So just take my advice cah I'm showing you
[Hook]
I'm just tryna get my guap right
Cause how I'm living man, it's not right
Nothing given but I got mine
I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line
Quavo, I hit her one time
But I think about her sometimes
I blow smoke till the sun shine
Cah life's f*cked but I love mine

[Verse 2]
I wake up and give thanks, I roll up and stay lit
Blowing in the fast lane, I whip this like I'm legit
Tryna get Richie like Lionel, I'm tryna get Richie like Rich
So it's trap boy Birdman and you know what this is
sh*t we came up crazy, came up crazy on Titch
Before all the YouTube, before all the hits
Man you could've got hit
f*ck twelve, free my clique
sh*t you could've got hit
So f*ck twelve, free my clique
Me I'm an O.G., you'll get smoked off my name
They think it's a game till they see the smoke
And they overstand that we're not with the playing
Trust me, man are getting dropped where I'm staying
[Hook]
I'm just tryna get my guap right
Cause how I'm living man, it's not right
Nothing given but I got mine
I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line
Quavo, I hit her one time
But I think about her sometimes
I blow smoke till the sunshine
Cah life's f*cked but I love mine