[Spoken Intro]

Aye, Ricky, bro... this a fun ass record, man

Front to back

Just, it's fun, I don't- I don't know what else to describe, bro

Man, yeah bro, this the one, not the two

[Verse]

Y'all be quaking in y'all boots

All that fake shit obtuse

Taking back the shit I lose

Never lazy in nothing I do

My work ethic crazy, you know what I been through?

I don’t think so, I don’t think much, only know truth

I’m bulletproof

God got a gun and it’s fun to shoot

His tears run when he punish you

I don’t feel nothin, I get it done

Fake money, you got a green thumb

Cash long, I got a green thumb

You can’t dodge my balls, I feel like Vince Vaughn

Ben Stiller, yeah, I’m a killer, my cum taste like tropic thunnnnnder

There, you happy? Fatty make a funny?

A good happy ending can make a lot money

So I’m pulling thеse strings, you’ll be my test dummy

I’ll pull out a piеce, so please don’t test, dummy

Gimme your wallet, your keys, your rings, everything that suggest you balling, everything in between

Leave you in your drawers, ew you got a brown streak

23 mill couldn’t cover up your stink

Made my first dollars, paperboy on Brown Street

If you hated back then, you can still doubt me

Cause I’mma keep going hard, you see how clean I am with it

Fuck with me you’ll need an ambulance

Better call your mom, she can handle it

That’s a couple bands, you can wait a bit

How I’m freelance and still feeling rich?

Once you meet these hands, you’ll think I have a lisp

Throw your body against the door, your kidney taking hits

Bust down the exit with it, I’m off the hinge

Looking like some prey, I just smoked, and I’m bout to binge

Putting on a show for all your friends

Now you bout to get smoked, get off the stage

How it feel when your homie get clocked in the head?

Call the janitor so he can mop up the dead

All these threats you gon’ call up the feds

Quiet and polite, don’t fuck with the kid

You ain’t say shit? I thought you did

Remember my first high I been fucked up since

Got fucked up friends, might pull up with them it depends

Bullet rhythm make you dance

She wanna take off her pants

She a fan, hand stand, once she get with me she ain't calling her mans like

Kiss the bitch, huh

She sucking dick, huh

Want me tell her what to do like I’m militant

How your dick so big, what’s the regiment?

She get her late night fix, I’m her Letterman

Your top 10 list, I’m better than

I always try to push the envelope

She want me stay, I gotta tell her no

I’m the type to infatuate, soon she’ll let it go

I’m the type to hate, Reverse Flash, I’m old

It was me, I’m kinda tired of you flashing gold

It was me, I know this hate out of control

I know you wanna break the bread, just give you the mold

If you wonder why, I can teach you a lesson

Can break you apart, you won’t be second guessing

Can point out mistakes, you’ll never miss 'em

On the edge you got a nervous system

I’ll break it apart, I love it

Then you’ll hate yourself cause who doesn’t?

Find a dead body, cops wonder who done it

Donuts nearby, it’s a bakers dozen

The game is for free, you feeling the budget?

Can do what you do with a mill without nothing

Huffing and puffing, what’s the mcguffin?

Say you're breaking down walls, nah, I’m causing destruction

Fuck shit

Get jumped, surrounded, it’s a moshpit

What’s this?

Stop it

Grabbing on my dick like a bop it

Wanna see a chest? You need a lockpick

New girl every year, I got options

Love so much till I’m heartless

Deal in absolutes I’m Darth Rick

And absolutely

This one’s a doozy

I’m not giving a fuck I feel like Goofy

Long dick like rubber, I feel like Luffy

I’m loosely usually celibate

All this pussy irrelevant

You can’t use me for my intelligence

Music is my element

Damn, these bars, I’m feeling Kung Fu Kenny, bitch

You at a bar off the henny, bitch

Stimulation, I’m a good medicine

Everything you put out’s a sedative

I’m a whole different fucking specimen

I’m a grower, I’ll show you

You reach for the standard just to bring it lower

Surrounded by lames, I’ll keep my composure

This mid shit you making, to keep this bitch shaking, this Glock pop like Cola, ah

[Outro]

My work ethic crazy, you know what I been through?

I don’t think so, I don’t think much, only know truth

Fake money, you got a green thumb

Cash long, I got a green thumb

You can't dodge my balls, I feel like Vince Vaughn

Ben Stiller, my cum taste like tropic thunnnnnder

Aye, aye

Keep a mask cause I'm fucking sick, aye

You can't fuck with Rick, aye, heh

Aye, heh, aye, heh, heh, heh