Ricochet Lyrics

Hoping that I prosper

I been rollin cookies with the grabba

Hater blockers on for the imposters

See fraud all through ya posture

You a small fry jr whopper

I'm Garlic butter legs with the lobster

Catch ya chick choosing Ima draft her to my roster

Now ya baby mine bitch I got her like a foster

If the price is right then my name is Bob Barker

Work in my carry on gettin ready for departure

I ain't got no heart just a handful of spades

So just know when I pull it bullets ain't playin charades

They let me out my cage

I feel like Luda when he had the braids

Like MJ at the Super Bowl when he took off the shades

Amazed

By the bullshit they try to portray

He got champagne dreams with a mind minimum wage

How you think you fuckin with me when you sleep and I'm up

When yo alarm clock ringing I got tea in my cup

When you figure out what to do

Im in the V on the clutch

While you stretching out on ya couch

I'm stepping into a brunch

Sativa Into a blunt

Got got my mind on a mission

Praise God I still follow my father's tradition

This that lotto edition either you hittin or ain't

Don't take too much out the bag

Go put them Chips in the bank

Don't cry bout no spilled milk

I got a cow in the yard

They put that knife in my back

I went and tatted the scars (ugh)

What the fuck these niggas talkin bout

They acting like they don't know (They don't know)

If a nigga in ya way nigga

Ludacris throw dem bows (Throw dem bows)

What the fuck these niggas talkin bout

They acting like they don't know (They don't know)

If a nigga in ya way nigga

Ludacris throw dem bows (Throw dem bows)

What the fuck these niggas talkin bout

They acting like they don't know (They don't know)

If a nigga in ya way nigga

Ludacris throw dem bows (Throw dem bows)