L1K3 R1CKY Lyrics

Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest

You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest

Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack

Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny

Cause that bitch done had a little rack

Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun

I might give you a smack

Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats

She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back

Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack

I feel fly, superman

Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan

Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up

Cause all these bitches is my fans

I be off the acid

I'll pass the key cause I ain't really looking for some crashing

All these bitches problematic

Fly like I'm Aladdin

Cashing all my luck I ain't looking for a bad spend

You stayin' on the side

Keep playing, you gon' die

Marinating on my side

Love telling these lies

Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest

You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest

Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack

Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny

Cause that bitch done had a little rack

Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun

I might give you a smack

Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats

She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back

Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack

I feel fly, superman

Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan

Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up

Cause all these bitches is my fans

All these bitches is fans, they gon' wanna lick Jowe up

They be writing amends swing around just like rodeo

Six bitches around me like whoa

Feeling like OVO

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Bitches getting so low, low, low

I'm 20 just like these hoes

You feeling me, I'm gone grow

Next up, hit is up on my scope

Ice on me so you know I'm cold

Wiping Nina, ain't let em know

Pin her down, like I am going to bowl

She hit me up like she throwing bows

Pink pussy, like that bitch from trolls

White in there like I'm going ghost

But I'm in a lamb

Bitches know I'm shining up with weed, call me greenland

Earning all your love, I ain't spending not no band

Did it again

Hiding away, you can't be on my camp

Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest

You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest

Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack

Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny

Cause that bitch done had a little rack

Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun

I might give you a smack

Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats

She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back

Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack

I feel fly, superman

Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan

Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up

Cause all these bitches is my fans