Rick Owen Lyrics

Nigga I'm knocking shit down, I feel like I'm bowling

These bitch ass niggas on instagram trolling

I'm really the one, they'll tell you I'm chosen

I'm with serious niggas, they ready to blow nigga

You sending them disses, ain't nothing to go and get you

Got a trap fit on, your bitch still going nigga

How the fuck you got on Ricks and out here owing (Owen) niggas?

I'm selling exotic, could just hit my iPhone

Nigga mad at his bitch cause she kept playing my songs

She keep calling and calling, I give her the dial tone

I'm a rock with the men if they're right or they're wrong

Bro really a vet, this shit deeper than songs

One night with Viper, she dropping her thong

This shit go back and forth like it's ping pong

Sit on a nigga house, nigga ding dong

Baby R with me, a switch and a vect

frat, frat, frat

Stop sign gang really put shit in check

If you talk out your neck, you get shot in your neck

Niggas dissing and shit, but they never did shit

It was me and lil dollar, we went up the 6

Trying catch us a nigga, put him in a ditch

Nobody outside, boy we mad as shit

We kept trying again

We went the next day and the next day

Where the fuck is they at?

We don't aim for your leg, we trying his us a hat

Give a fuck about a Kia, trying get us a SCAT

These niggas ain't never outside when we fishing

Long live set, young nigga I miss you

I got off the box and I got a free pistol

He keep calling his bitch, she out blowing my whistle

I'm the real black chop, nigga I got chopper bullets in my hand gun

Shooting out missiles

Catch a opp at the school, get a early dismissal

I ain't sending no disses, I'm pressing the issue

If bro got a car, we hop out and get with you

Niggas leaving they shoes, where the fuck did they go?

Tender dick nigga, don't die for a ho

My young nigga tight and he ready to blow

Nigga I'm knocking shit down, I feel like I'm bowling

These bitch ass niggas on instagram trolling

I'm really the one, they'll tell you I'm chosen

I'm with serious niggas, they ready to blow nigga

You sending them disses, ain't nothing to go and get you

Got a trap fit on, your bitch still going nigga

How the fuck you got on Ricks and out here owing (Owen) niggas?

I'm selling exotic, could just hit my iPhone

Nigga mad at his bitch cause she kept playing my songs

She keep calling and calling, I give her the dial tone

I'm a rock with the men if they're right or they're wrong

Bro really a vet, this shit deeper than songs

One night with Viper, she dropping her thong

This shit go back and forth like it's ping pong

Sit on a nigga house, nigga ding dong