Lyrics

[Verse: Ricky] Bitch I leave out fast Half P's in the dash All this shit is in the glove box Wanna get high? why the fuck not Ride around the town I slur 7:30 bitch I'm raw its my word [?] I scrape the curb All my hoes rock furs sniff birds Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Really didn't mean to show up late to the party Brought a lotta really good drugs to the party All the bitches with me they is on already Eyes all heavy, lean but I'm steady If I die today would you forget me? Hil don't have a penny Hil don't got mercy I smoke weed and oxy You heard me [Chorus: Ricky] Met this bitch I was lost for words Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah Told her, lemme taste you first (first) Lemme, lemme taste you first (first) I'm ripping it, my high don't go away I wanna feel like this everyday I'm hoping that my high don't go away I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick [Verse 2: Bonic] Bitch, Bitch I'm paying nada for the motherfucking box I love haters on my motherfucking socks Hid that work by the motherfucking docks Ride dirty fuck the motherfuck the cops, uh Light that L tho, I'm on tho I got some muscle with me like a motherfucking elbow This rap shit touch your kids no Elmo These tough guys be the hoes of the jail tho Fuck 'em all my hoes being etiquette, class Gut 'em hoes hoes around me never get gas Cause um, I don't play that shit And them hoes stay in line, I lay that dick Aye bitches Nostra Nuts on her chin she [?] Say she eating up because she posting Bit like [?], bit like melena So I screw her and I eat her Like a skewer at katana, drama [Chorus] Met this bitch I was lost for words Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah Told her, lemme taste you first (first) Lemme, lemme taste you first (first) I'm ripping it, my high don't go away I wanna feel like this everyday I'm hoping that my high don't go away I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick [Verse 3: Ricky] Paying 4 for the motherfucking pump My young bitch she'll get it outta town CT hoe, I hold that I crown Motherfucker I'm the rawest around Cut the tinfoil, and make the pill boil Smoke the oxy in a straight line In 2 hours ima go do 9 My young bitch is crying, but I feel fine Me and her do this all the time You ain't got a fucking high like mine (x2) Soldier, from the Nostra Hands on the wheel death gets closer Uh, blood is all over I think I'm finding closure [Chorus]