Ricochet Lyrics

What the fuck gonna do?

Nothin gon change

It's like your fucken mind

Be stuck in a dream state

Try to run your mouth

Your buildin yourself up

That or never had the thought

Of ever given up

It's funny how

friends will switch up

It's just another lie

Then you gettin all pissed off

You ride until you die

It's fine that you let go

To find a better life

If you're in my fucken messages

you'll only find a price

Cause it's been minute

Since I tried to find my outer limits

And fuck the toll on my modern image

To give your soul up

Play the fucken game

You'll find yourself to get tore up

Cause it's been minute

Since I tried to find my outer limits

And fuck the toll on my modern image

To give your soul up

Play the fucken game

You'll find yourself to get tore up

Why these mothafuckas

Always wanna act dramatic

Pull up with them automatics

I'm coming to cause you panic

I know you don't want no beef

Creepin on you when you sleep

Stab you with a rusted knife

As I sit and watch you bleed

Body bags are piling up

Now I'm boutta switch the flow

Poppin off with that sawed off

Now drop it down and hit the floor

Creeping around cemetery

Damn this shit is getting scary

Leave you bleeding just like Carrie

All my demons look like Mary

Come and join me on the other side

I can think of 1000 ways if you wanna die

Fuck boy

I thought I told you so don't act surprised

I'm a fuckin killa, this the Unaverage enterprise

Ricochet hit his brain, now he in the grave

Fuck the fame, I reside inside the fuckin flames

Still the same 7 years later in the game

Can't be tamed making sure this mothafucka bangs hoe