Rick ft. Nezmio Lyrics

My shooters looking scary in some Rick

Got you Mortified

Sike, I ain't got no shooters but we front line

Got a santeria shorty

The head sublime

She holistic, no fake shit, no fiction

She blew my bro a kiss, she was rolling

She mixing

Can't confirm or deny

She boujee and esta fina

Her Dad a carpenter, gonna get her paper straight like Sabrina

We gon hide away in Rome like it's quarentina

I done made more money last week than a phenon

Paper stacking season with some woman

That's what we on

Tell my ex I miss her, but I really don't cause we gone

I don't miss shit

I don't reminisce

Some of ya'll been turning on me

I'm keeping track on a list

Keeing track of the days

Keeping track of the phases

Keeping you hoes waiting

Ay, fuck it, run it back

My shooters looking scary in some Rick

Got you Mortified

Sike, I ain't got no shooters but we front line

Got a santeria shorty

The head sublime

She holistic, no fake shit, no fiction

She blew my bro a kiss, she was rolling

She mixing

Got myself a whip and now I hit that bitch whippin

Imma need some attention like Pippen

Imma need some nice shit, expensive

She doesn't pay bills

But she got some opinions

She doesn't pay the bills

But she got some opinions

Waiting on my time to come

Waiting on my fucking set

I don't pull enough then

I done done enough bout that

I just go in on my mufuckin' break time

She don't know shit

I don't know shit bout a cosign

But it's fine line 'tween then 'tween there

Imma pull up

Imma multi-millionaire, yeah

My shooters looking scary in some Rick

Got you Mortified

Sike, I ain't got no shooters but we front line

Got a santeria shorty

The head sublime

She holistic, no fake shit, no fiction

She blew my bro a kiss, she was rolling

She mixing

She mixing