PaperRoute Woo, Young Dolph - Ricky lyrics

(Hurricane made this one, Sosa 808)

You know that I go in (I go in)
Fuckin' this Grape bit' from the low in
(The low in)
Ain't doin' no tusslin' (Uh, uh)
In the club, yeah, I got that pole in
(That pole in) serve straight drop, nigga
(Eat them) , straight butter, nigga
We ain't touchin' no fed (No fed)
Solo thuggin', no with-my-brother nigga
(yeah)
'cause I don't need no friend (No friend)
Smokin' kush, poppin' Percs (Uh)
Gotta wash it down with the codeine (Dope)
Hollow tips in a Glock
(Uh) , perfect aim, I don't need no bin (No)
Twenty K one week, that ain't shit, man
I want more cheese (More cheese)
Blew to Cali, met the plug, nigga
(yeah) , and went got my own Ps (Own Ps)
Rappin' 'bout a gangster life
(Yеah) , you ain't gangster, nigga
You the police (Rat)
You just follow mе on the 'Gram
(Huh?) , nigga
You don't really know me (Cap)
Hit the bitch from the back off the hunny
I ain't need no wig (yeah)
Lil' niggas do it off the street
(yeah) , nigga
They don't need no cheese (No cheese)
Big slime, big God
(Uh) , big Blood, all about racks (Slatt)
Thirty-round, fifty-round
Hundred-round in all of my straps (Blatt)
Big rat, big cap
All that flodgin' get a nigga slapped
(Slapped)
You rappin' 'bout another nigga life
(Uh) , you ain't livin' like that (Cap)
Went through TSA with this load on me
(yeah)
I'm talkin' 'bout them racks (Rackaids)
I watch a nigga fold on me, he ain't love me
He ain't had my back (Pussy)
This nigga snake, so I'ma Ricky me a nigga
Shoot him dead in the back (Ricky)
And make this shit amusing right now
So a nigga catchin' them packs (Packs)
Finna cop the Cartier
(Uh) , I ain't want it
So I copped me some bags (Bags)
Even when the drop came, nigga (What?)
I was still pumpin' straight gas (Gas)
You the type of nigga get mad
At a nigga 'bout some ass (Bitch-ass nigga)
And I'm the type of nigga
Gon' slime you out, nigga, 'bout that cash
(Bitch) what I got in both pockets? Nigga
You lucky your lil' stash
Nev-nev-never had a wallet
But you know a young nigga on a Bentley mad
(yeah) pistol in me, eat your head (yeah)
Finger itchin' for them millions, man
(yeah) , that young nigga finna get it
Man (yeah)
Ain't toleratin' shit from no nigga
(Uh, uh) , oh, you gon'
Be a finished man (Finished, yeah)

Fuckin' on this fat booty
Bitch from the North
Met her on Frayser Boulevard (Uh)
The first time she invited me to her crib
I thought that she was tryna get me robbed
(Uh) i like too much expensive shit
That's why I never could get a regular job
(I can't do that)
I just made a millio' in three or four weeks
(yeah) tell them suckers, "Fuck
They feelings, nigga, talk cheap"
(yeah) ain't got no tool box
I just keep my hammer on a seat (yeah)
I fucked your bitch and blocked her
Got the plug on repeat (Run it up)
Michael Jackson
Billie Jean walkin' on the beat (Hee)
My bitch a boss
But she gon' look and listen when I speak
(Ayy) what's your New Years resolution
Dog? I just wanna eat
Ayy, hold up, let me say one more time
I just wanna eat (Eat)

Yeah, nigga, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Huh?) yeah, nigga gon' be a nigga wrapped
Up like motherfuckin' blanket ring
(Blanket, bitch nigga)
Yeah, and we ain't tolerate no
Disrespect from no other nigga (Uh, uh)
None of that fuck shit (None of that, dawg)
All you niggas fuck niggas (Uh)
Know what I'm sayin'? yeah, in that order
Man (Mm hmm)
Know (That order) straight up (Huh)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah)