c*cky lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
They f*cked around and let me in this b*tch, I'm here now
2020 my year, told Corona get the f*ck out
I hear y'all sayin' I'm up next, but I'm right now
I'm so, high off these perc's, I'm scared to look down
A couple of views got me with the big head now
A couple of plays got me with the long spread now
I'm so motherf*cking turnt up, I can't turn down
So many people want me to go broke, but I don't know how
You [?] losses, you f*cked up, that ain't my fault
You can hear the vroom in the skrrt when I pull off
Big designer logo on my shirt, I'm a show-off
I probably had your b*tch at my crib with her clothes off
I been on the grind all year with no days off
I can finally talk my lil' sh*t cuz it paid off
You be upping unemployment checks like you laid off
I'm out cold, I won't pistol fire to save y'all

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Damn, bro, I'm f*cked up, I need a eight ball
Psych, I'm lying, I know y'all n*ggas wish the boy ah fall off
b*tch, I don't sell dope, I sell verses, better knock it off
f*ck around and catch a n*gga out, and cut his pockets off
I'm finna pop another Perc', Bobby got me fiending
Bro the cornerback, he behind me like Willie Beamen
Every time I bust, she eat it up, she be stealing semen
My shooter go to church every Sunday, but he still a demon
Ay, I need a eight of Wocky
n*gga need two pints, I cut his sh*t with a eight of water
Chain and watch fifty thousand cash, boy this ain't a charger
n*gga, I came up from out the mud, I ain't a robber
What the f*ck is eighty thousand?
They thinking bout Ri, and I'm just looking for a baby bottle
Send a b*tch OT with ninety pills, and a latex condom
Let me stop acting a ass, I got labels watching