LP Rambo - Sticky Ricky lyrics

Prayed for the day that I caught him snoozing
I told him I zip shit
He said ''prove it''
Now he blue as fuck she rude as
Fuck she wish I could undo it
Bitch I be smoking on Ricky it's sticky
As hell he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
Put him in a box like a brand new movie
Boy you was tweaking playin' with Foolie
And she gone run when she get that cake but
That bitch fucked up cause I knew it
They ain't got enough shots they
Ain't got enough blocks
That could do shit bout
These sticks i'm choosing
Stick getting hot might fuck with
The Glock man I came out the store with
Some brand new coolant
Told that bitch you a brand new nuisancе
Told the lil' boy this a brand new ruler



Pussy ass boy you could bе improving
Bout 8 years and i'm still outdoing
Your whip in my way lil nigga i'll move it
Bro had to grab me
Like ''Don't shoot it''
Bro had to spaz out like ''Don't do it''
3 more shots cause he ain't stop moving
Young nigga still toting 33 shots that young
Nigga still got the shots like Ewing
Wish I had woken up sooner
Talk to them old niggas Franklin the boomer
He said he gone kill me
Stop spreading that rumor
Shit don't be funny got no sense of humor
Fuck nigga thought he was Schumer, aye
Beat the case like a producer, yea
Right back to juggin' like Scooter, aye
Throw ima catch it like Cooper, aye!

Prayed for the day that I caught him snoozing
I told him I zip shit
He said ''prove it''
Now he blue as fuck she rude as
Fuck she wish I could undo it
Bitch I be smoking on Ricky it's sticky
As hell he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
Put him in a box like a brand new movie
Boy you was tweaking playin' with Foolie
And she gone run when she get that cake but
That bitch fucked up cause I knew it
They ain't got enough shots they
Ain't got enough blocks
That could do shit bout
These sticks i'm choosing
Stick getting hot might fuck with
The Glock man I came out the store with
Some brand new coolant
Told that bitch you a brand new nuisance
Told the lil' boy this a brand new ruler

Menace, killer, driller, LP the hitman
Play i'ma send his ass down with his man
Think it won't go through your belly, it can
Im from the block where you gotta withstand
Wishing you could see the vision, it's grand
But you think it's bland
I 'member begging her give me a chance
Now I got money she holding out hands
Counted 5 skellys that's under
My buckle that nigga
In trouble i'm averaging 5 on 'em
Boy why would you tweak on the homies
Them niggas asked you to go
Out and die on 'em
Bitch I be fly on them boys
Cannot find me hit the sky on them boys
Police ask me ima lie for them boys
Shorty just to text me to slide I ignore

Prayed for the day that I caught him snoozing
I told him I zip shit
He said ''prove it''
Now he blue as fuck she rude as
Fuck she wish I could undo it
Bitch I be smoking on Ricky it's sticky
As hell he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
Put him in a box like a brand new movie
Boy you was tweaking playin' with Foolie
And she gone run when she get that cake but
That bitch fucked up cause I knew it
They ain't got enough shots they
Ain't got enough blocks
That could do shit bout
These sticks i'm choosing
Stick getting hot might fuck with
The Glock man I came out the store with
Some brand new coolant
Told that bitch you a brand new nuisance
Told the lil' boy this a brand new ruler