Rick Fox ft. Trae Yates Lyrics

Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock

Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock

Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing flip flops

I'ma trap this bitch out, make a pit stop

Caught you looking at the wrist watch

Big rocks, thought he was a pimp, oh he Rick Fox

Ice with the cream, these Dip Dots

Slipknot, take him off the map, this gridlock

No AC's in the bando, Marlon Brando

I'm the Godfather Soprano

Going commando, chilling on the coast in sandals

Forty in the duffle, what's the most you can handle

Noah with his turn on the Ark

Used to see the fiends high off sherm in the park

McKenzie wit the whiskey

Chugging on a bottle, if it's empty then I'm tipsy

Drunk in Poughkeepsie

Pack blunts, Like a sack lunch, he dead man

Act up, get em smacked up, now he Redman

Had to hustle from the jump

If the rain came through, we had to shuttle on the bus

Full circle winner, I know these niggas bitter

That's a penny for your thoughts

I'm in the hood with the killers, and hundred dollar billers

Fuck with me and you get chalked

Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock

Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock

Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing flip flops

I'ma trap this bitch out, make a pit stop

Caught you looking at the wrist watch

Big rocks, thought he was a pimp, oh he Rick Fox

Ice with the cream, these Dip Dots

Slipknot, take him off the map, this gridlock

When it comes to coffins I'm running out of my closet space

Still get pulled over often but tell the officers they're on tape

Was tryina take her on a date before head, but she couldn't wait

She got her pussy but it's part of my hair so I feel like drake

Had extra lemons and made lemonade and it taste like Minute Maid

And still get love on holidays from the women he didn't save

I've been away

But I'm wondering who you're calling a snake

Cause she in love with Trae but she'll bust it open for Chase

This girl telling me slow my pace even though she fried

And if she runs outta that weed in her safe she won't stay inside

Trae really means three and I really won't say it twice

She loves my statements so much her masturbation may coincide

Man, fuck I'm supposed to do I'm laying in bed with a hypocrite

But the head is so elite we should at least be friends with benefits

Roll a joint like my ligaments

I love her if she cinnamon

Outta bars like I'm Eminem

Counting cards like a pendulum

Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock

Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock

Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing flip flops

I'ma trap this bitch out, make a pit stop

Caught you looking at the wrist watch

Big rocks, thought he was a pimp, oh he Rick Fox

Ice with the cream, these Dip Dots

Slipknot, take him off the map, this gridlock