Ricky Bobby

I walk in' drip as hell like water on my body Tryna get rich as fuck this year I feel like

Roddy If you ain't first your last word to Ricky

Bobby And I've been trickin' bad startin' to

Be my hobby Why worried bout the past, no Use that shit

Behind me I know I did you bad, still ain't told You sorry

Like is you really talkin', if it ain't bout

No money Bro got a chopper, eat a nigga face Off just like a zombie I go ghost to the white Boys, I be with

They act like Tommy Act like trained dogs, tell That boy go

Get him, they go dummy I heard that all dogs Go to heaven, still alive, that shit a blessing I'm Still toatin' on that Smith & Wesson

White bitch thick as hell, they thought I came With it iggy