RicHie K II

Yeah yeah, yeah so Yeah, So Free Mav [Verse 1] Just got a text message from God Tryna collect off a bet that I lost Delete the convo because I was sauced Them cigarettes got me with death in my cough Eighth letter member, you know it's the squad First nigga flexing, the next to get robbed Gave her some X, now I'm sexing your broad Skin look like I'm in the Mexican mob Drugs smell like murder, raps are superb Dropping my shit, that keeps breaking the server Never did college, ain't flipping no burgers Do it for nigga's that serve in the earner Dolla, 'bout money nigga, holla Tell ya main bitch swallow Never did pradas, mad crimes white collar Ralph got me looking like a scholar Father the flow y'all tryna bite Down on 'em like ya sniffing on a ball of ice Way I spit it motherfucker like I'm Walter White Way I whip it motherfucker I can name the price So I'm breaking mad bread, whether good or bad Glad or sad, 'til I pull up in that '97 Jag Dead face is off the dope smoke Foreign model gone off them orange bottle drugs I introduced her to cocaine in the cuticles I'm showing you just who is who Due praise, I'm the highest A fucking god like Poseidon I brought that wave that you riding, nigga 17 More Minutes every time, every time you see me Just know it's 17 More Minutes you not gon' see me Global (bitch ass niggas) you know the rest [Verse 2] Still the same nigga mama told you not to hang with Smoking 'til the whip turn to spaceship Nigga's said that I wouldn't make it Now I'm getting paid just to say shit Dope got a nigga with a facelift Hoes, only know 'em by they faces Catch a charge, pay the Jew, what it do? Lawyer beat the shit, no matter what the case is Plot to hoes with [?] You would think my vocab flow Whip the color casserole Posted bumping Chad and Hov That smoking out, pouring up Keep that lean up in my cup X-A-N-A-X in my system OG kush up in my blunt Got my heart feeling like a slug Damn, I think my shit gon' stop Said you got a problem nigga When you see me, go and pop Guaranteed you getting hopped Cause nigga we don't do the feds, really (Weed got me 9th Grade high) Really I don't understand Stop, spark it, light it back up Smoking out something [Hook x2] Still throwed off the dope (pour) Still fucking hoes Still getting dough I still be needing more Still faded, still faded That don't mean you made it I ain't make this shit so that the radio could play it [Outro/Breakdown] So, act like you fucking know Act like you fucking know, nigga Nigga, act like you fucking know Said act like you fucking know Act like you fucking know, nigga Act like you fucking know Said act like you fucking know Act like you fucking know, nigga Act like you fucking know Said act like you fucking know, nigga Global (Aight lemme hear it) This gon' be the RicHie K part 2