White Tee/Ricky Lyrics

Said my niggas do not play games

Chase you like a great dane

If I can not hawk you down fuck it I got great aim

I just fucked a nigga bitch

Say she wanna spend the night

Told that hoe to catch a lyft

You can not stay

If you do then you best pay

Think she got a shot, I wouldn't hit you on yo best day

Brotha let that tec spray, we spinnin till we dizzy

I can't fuck with no six but run my city like I'm drizzy

Rip bris know a nigga really tricky

Red beam on a glock, in case a nigga want a hickey

Last mission you was on I heard that shit had gotten sticky

Showing opps yo red bottoms, almost thought yo name was Ricky

Keep a in my case a nigga wanna try me

Thought he caught me slipping now his ass on a white tee

Think it was gildan try to paint me like a villain

I be gettin to these racks I do not care about you children

Y'all my sons, ova zay I'll throw a hun

And I ain't even talking paper bitch I'll dump this Cinnabon

You niggas dead wrong

Thought we was funking bitch you dead wrong

Heard yo patna slap but he died, bitch thats a dead song

I cannot hear you, bitch I'm kinda high

If u let me hit it once, don't think I'll hit you all the time

You a option, lul baby I got plenty

If you want sum more attention get another it ain't in me

Or bring sum cho and I might just reconsider

If I'm rocking wit these poles you know rollin through the winter

You niggas goofy lookin up to rats like splinter

If I catch a rat in public box em up return to sender

Box em up return to sender

All my niggas thuggin thru the winter

Summer, spring You know what I mean

If we run up on that nigga guarantee he finna scream