StanWill - Rick Grimes lyrics
[StanWill - Rick Grimes lyrics]
Tripping on this bitch (Ayo, Mark A)
Yeah
Do him like he Tony
223'll leave his face scarred
Playing snatchies with yo life
You try and take ours pull up on yo bitch
The Chally sounding like a race car
We ain't tryna sign no rappers with these ARs
Every whip fast, every bitch bad too
Triple S step, this a big-ass shoe
Skinny with a Glock, get yo six pack blew
SBDSM, she gon' fuck my rich-ass crew
Trap full of zombies, bitch
I feel like Rick Grimes
Throw him six out the 9
If he snitch like 6ix9ine
On my back it's a X but
I don't really miss mines
He brick his shots to the hoes but, no cap
I swish mines
He was thinking 'bout my cheese
Left him with a swiss mind
I ain't gotta speak
She gon' fuck 'cause my kit shine
Up a twenty on yo bitch
Left her with the big eyes if it's money
We gon' rush to the pape' like Big Time
SB to the motherfucking DSM
How you want it? I could shoot
The chop or come three FNs
Ben Frank, andrew, and Grant
Them my three best friends
Big balling, bitch, throw me up on ESPN
Playing with some pape'
Playing with these bitches' hearts too
Swimming in the deep
Know you gotta keep a harpoon
Everything free
Gotta know that's what the cards do
Pull up over here? I bet the baby chop'll
Bitches tryna take it off 'cause they
Know I throw it on pop him like a pill
We gon' make him overdose
Drop five at Somerset
You would think I'm throwing fours
Couple racks to my slatt then
My slime blow his nose
If it's pape' then I'm rushing out the door
She pull up to this BNB? She
Gon' fuck me and the bros
This shit like a relay race
I be running with the pole
I might get a paper cut 'cause
I be thumbing through the Pros
Ain't gotta ask who I'm with
'cause it's Dog Shit Militia
I'm in ATL tripping
Left some dog shit in Linux
Free my pit's in the pound
Free my dawgs in the kennel
201s, MSRs, boy, it's all in this rental
Don Julio type of night, this the bottle talk
Bougie motherfucker, boy
My bitch won't say "Hi!" to y'all
Blick on my hip right now
I ain't fighting y'all
I'm in Saks looking through the Off White
Finna buy it all
Yeah, real ShittyBoyz shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
Bitch what up, Mark? (Ayo, Mark A)
Yeah
Do him like he Tony
223'll leave his face scarred
Playing snatchies with yo life
You try and take ours pull up on yo bitch
The Chally sounding like a race car
We ain't tryna sign no rappers with these ARs
Every whip fast, every bitch bad too
Triple S step, this a big-ass shoe
Skinny with a Glock, get yo six pack blew
SBDSM, she gon' fuck my rich-ass crew
Trap full of zombies, bitch
I feel like Rick Grimes
Throw him six out the 9
If he snitch like 6ix9ine
On my back it's a X but
I don't really miss mines
He brick his shots to the hoes but, no cap
I swish mines
He was thinking 'bout my cheese
Left him with a swiss mind
I ain't gotta speak
She gon' fuck 'cause my kit shine
Up a twenty on yo bitch
Left her with the big eyes if it's money
We gon' rush to the pape' like Big Time
SB to the motherfucking DSM
How you want it? I could shoot
The chop or come three FNs
Ben Frank, andrew, and Grant
Them my three best friends
Big balling, bitch, throw me up on ESPN
Playing with some pape'
Playing with these bitches' hearts too
Swimming in the deep
Know you gotta keep a harpoon
Everything free
Gotta know that's what the cards do
Pull up over here? I bet the baby chop'll
Bitches tryna take it off 'cause they
Know I throw it on pop him like a pill
We gon' make him overdose
Drop five at Somerset
You would think I'm throwing fours
Couple racks to my slatt then
My slime blow his nose
If it's pape' then I'm rushing out the door
She pull up to this BNB? She
Gon' fuck me and the bros
This shit like a relay race
I be running with the pole
I might get a paper cut 'cause
I be thumbing through the Pros
Ain't gotta ask who I'm with
'cause it's Dog Shit Militia
I'm in ATL tripping
Left some dog shit in Linux
Free my pit's in the pound
Free my dawgs in the kennel
201s, MSRs, boy, it's all in this rental
Don Julio type of night, this the bottle talk
Bougie motherfucker, boy
My bitch won't say "Hi!" to y'all
Blick on my hip right now
I ain't fighting y'all
I'm in Saks looking through the Off White
Finna buy it all
Yeah, real ShittyBoyz shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
Bitch what up, Mark? (Ayo, Mark A)