Ricky Hil - Mall Rats lyrics

I take a whole eight out the jar
I smell it, then I break it apart
I hope it in my car (Bitch you do?)
I smoke big L's by the park
I'll leave a hoe if she breaking my heart
Listen here, this's what sets us apart
This truffles that I smoke, sticky like stars
I gotta sip something
'cause it makes me parched
I get higher than the St louis Arch
My black SS look like a Shark, hoe
Play my part, hoe, that's just what I do here
I smoke fireworks, like it's New Years
I wake up in the morning and I roll a L
The way I live, my Momma say I'll go to hell
Please forgive me

My mind is like a prison cell (But)
At least I'm still here to
Fucking live and tell
I smoke a lot of O's, bitch
Like show and tell (Dominoes)
I crush diamond wax
And it gets me slow as snails
I got the young bitches with it
And she's sniffing rails
When the cops catch me with it
She gon' get my bail
I'm too prolific, I could never fail
Why your bitch sniffing coke
With her baby nail?
You can smell that weed before you see me
I see them cops in my city, tell 'em eat me
(Eat my shorts) it's way too easy
I know that they can't defeat me
We got them pounds from LA out in CT
Bitches wanna fuck me
Dudes wanna be me (They can't)
I act like they never knew me
Throw them middle fingers out the qp
(Out the qp)
If not, then I just probably wanna shoot me
(Wanna shoot me)
Nodding off until I eat that coochie
(Eat that coochie)

My lil' baby tell me that she love me
(Eat that coochie)
Ricky Hil, dirty, and I'm ugly (And I'm ugly)
7: 30 with no birds above me (Above me)
That mean that the fucking sun can hug me
(Hug me) and when the night fall
The moon gonna touch me (Touch me)
Underrated, so I know they overlook me
What I'm smoking
This shit stronger than them cookies
(Stronger than your plug)
I wake up when it's dark, and I put on black
Everybody that I know say I'm disattached
Wish you'd let her see me
You won't get her back
And when I see her, when I eat her
When I hit her cat (Meow)
Smoke dope bitch, smoke baseball bats
(Right now)
Distasteful, they call us all Mall Rats
(Tryna push me)