Ricochet

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