Ricky StoryPt. 2

Ricky up his strap, oh shit, bro, he tweakin' Eyes bloodshot, Ricky lookin' like a demon

Jake not on tip, lookin' shocked, now he freezin' Gun in his face, but see Ricky, he ain't squeezin

He thinkin' to himself, later on, I might need him Twice up in the air if you wanna see your people

Give me everything, don't want a key for no reason Don't even wanna rob you, but I'm sorry, bro, I need it

And nigga pop the trunk, extra P's, I done seen it Jake, gave him everything, ain't wanna meet, no decon

He run off with the P's, had Jake low-key heated He flew up out of town, had to meet up with his people

And couple months later, Ricky up a check Big dawg, now he that nigga for the set

Turnt in the city, rollin' round in the Tess And he gettin' niggas' touch off his word, it's a bet

And Jake got a state, runnin' up his check Not worried about that hit, he done got his money back

Silver spoon nigga, uncle gave him 30 racks And he still movin' P's, so that nigga up a stack