Sharc - Ricc lyrics

The is wrong with you?
Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
You know like
That's why I don't like flying these hoes out
Cause they don't know how to go home
Bitch, you gotta go
We like to rock Rick Owens and shit like that

No Morty,  just motherfucking Rick
(Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field
All they know is this
(All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks
(You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches
(She never wanna go back)
We- we go on tour with these glizzies
(Big glizzy) no cap (No funny shit)

Every time I pop molly, get paranoid
Tell bro that we need more chops
(We need more Glocks, for real)
Leave a nigga laid out vertical
He talk bout gang, or he play with the guap
(Grrt)
Man, these niggas more square than a Polaroid
Copping out Chanel for some two dollar thots
(Lame)
We deal with more bags than the airport
On stop shop (She don't want it bro)
Spend a backend on Ricks, young niggas gon'
Duct tape and torture the plug, yeah
(No funny shit)
Burnt bitch tweeting that shit, she
Mad her friend got chose, she a dub
She plays no game with the dick
Tongue ring on her tit's
And she from Zone 6 (Oh, yeah)
Thigh pads on me, this a sport
Pop a halftime first
Then I put on my pointers (Ice, ice)
Every time I go to Miami
I'm bringing my shooter he drip like
The Dior hugging my back
Smoke Zaza right down Collins
Going on tour with the
Get turned to a spliff reaching for my collar
(Big Sharc) anybody front, get shot, XD
Fifth out the Off White joggers
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick
Young boys in the field
And they play with sticks
We go on tour with these glizzies, no cap

No Morty, just motherfucking Rick
(Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field
All they know is this
(All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks
(You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches
(She never wanna go back)
We go on tour with these glizzies (No cap)
No cap (No funny shit)

I I got a lil bitch in the
Bronx, she a Saint Laurent fiend
And she talk that Spanglish (Spanglish)
223's for the kid, did your Momma tell you
"Don't hang with them gangstas"?
(Don't play with them thugs)
If a nigga go broke, finna wave the XD
Gon' open up your top like a stadium
Cold Acorn pints in the freezer
My new freak a scammer
She say she got beans (Beans)
Yeah- yeah, see through racks, Gucci
Socks, dirty 30 round mop
I stuff it in the Prada
Sharc gon' slide, and if I smell high
Then I cop the Pink Runtz in the grabba
(High grabba) my lil, gang unit out
Niggas keep getting flamed
(You know the vibes)
Every time I'm in Hidden Hills
Go RP pills and narco crazy
Every time I go to New York
Pop a 80, on point, you know they grimey
(They grimey)
Pocket rocket in the Monclizz coat, I
Clap me a opp nigga
Right through the pocket (Grrt)
Don't go against the gang, you won't win
We brought FN chopsticks to the venue
(yeah, yeah)

No Morty, just motherfucking Rick
(Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field
All they know is this
(All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks
(You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches
(She never wanna go back)
We go on tour with these glizzies
(Big glizzy) no cap

Woah, woah, woah, is this your friend?
Don't worry he died doing what he
Loved being a dumb rat