Ricky Hil - Barcelona lyrics

I told my Pops on the
Phone that I'm coming home
It's been 6 months and he ain't seen my face
I'm smoking high grades i ain't smoking haze
I use to get it in the heights
Use to cop weight
Mutha fucka I was born unafraid
You can't live that way if you die this way
So that pussy I'mma penetrate
Listen to me demonstrate
Syrup in the lemonade i'mma rebel
I'mma runaway renegade
I been gettin' high since the 7th grade
I can look in your eye, you a fuckin lie
I tell the truth everytime I'm in the both
And I light an L i feel closer to hell
I dose off watchin NHL with my hand on my L
Ricky Hil the king of the Cut
So when I come home, I always get a cut
I'm high till my eyes shut same questions
Over and over any time you leave
I get the same questions
Over and over any time you leave

So if I don't get my fix
I gotta catch a grip
Everyone my folk with find they own twist
Muhh fucka, I just need more sip
More hit, one pill, one thrill, one lift
She get hit if she give me lip
That bitch get hit when she give me lip
That mean if she talk shit
Then I slap the bitch
And if she give me top then
I'm gon fuck the bitch
Everybody up top still fuck with this
I'm from CT and I slurr my words like I'm BG
Cause, I'm on the same shit
You just on some boy band, fuckin lame shit
8 pounds in this black Crown Vic
I95 with my homie drving south and shit
I got a bitch in Miami with a house and shit
She give me mouth and shit
And she let my homies hit

Same questions over and over
Any time you leave i get the
Same questions over and over
Any time you leave

Yeah this for that 03
That south CT ya'll pour up
Park the black Fords up this is CT
That's the 03 the south part of CT
Park the black Fords up pour Up
Crack a dutch light more up
More up pour up
Yeah pour up pour up
Crack a dutch light more up
This for that 03 cT