Boomin (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] Rickey Wayne still the black Justin Bieber Fur coat cause I got jungle fever All my girls got Clyde, no teacher All my girls a work of art, Mona Lisa Pull up feelin’ like I’m Michael Jackson Dropped a mixtape and then I went platinum You was the man in high school, what happened Man my whole team eating, pass the napkins Taking trips to Bermuda Now I’m whipping like Kunta On point, Freddy Krueger Rickey broke, that’s a rumor Whole team taking off, so you better move I had to flick my wrist cause I woke up on the moon Man Rickey Wayne cool even in the month of June All these other rappers faker than a bunch of cartoons Rickey Wayne part 2, got your girl getting loose I'm on top, no roof, in the clouds like Zeus Man I’m young presidential Pull up, no rental Kicking shit like kimbo Getting head like mental I’m just going off my mental Homeboy smoking like a whole bag of indo RIP to my little brother Timbo Ballin’ on these haters, you can catch me in the gym-bo Couldn’t get the Xbox, had to flex with the Nintendo That’s when I was young and I had a lot of hunger Had the girls getting hot, undressing like it’s summer I’m good with punctuations cause I see a lot of commas My bank account looking like a cellphone number