LA CT

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [Verse: Ricky] Blood drips from the motherfucking blade I pray to god that this bitch above age Mama said I won't die this way But I popped like 5 today (right) Riding round my fucking way Trunk fulla narcotics Ima addict not a alcoholic 4 ounces in my soda and I'm swerving And that bitch pussy tight like a virgin I'm on the 64 rebel shit Bitches tell me that I'm nicer than the devil is First you gotta cut it up, then you level it We be getting high as fuck real soda shit Huh? yeah, real eeny miny moe Pick a bitch by the toe Tell her she a hoe Fuck her in her throat Why you puff weed smoke? uh Just relax and take notes I be on that east coast With a thicc ass bitch And it ain't shit, she ask Rich I gotta pot to piss And in a couple bedrooms A couple get head [?] Now how you feeling motherfucker? I ain't in a rush I ain't Chris Tucker I ain't tryna make you blush motherfucker I ain't Kush motherfucker [Verse 2: Brophy] I'm sitting here relaxing Why you looking at me? I'm fucking drunk Stone cold sweet hippie Kinda trippy though I never thought it happened I'm taking action Sipping for the satisfaction Tryna make the most Of what the day could offer Pill popping my anxiety it kinda bothers me Not to bother you, but could I bum a smoke? Bite more than you could chew Then you bound to choke Try to touch your toes That acid hit you yet? Drink some orange juice Go and take another hit Its a smoke out First Nation for powwow Used to have a girlfriend She bucked me so I burn out Smoke out though Inside my homies van Got the gasoline right inside the ash can She said more than I said morphine Pharmaceutical prescription Fucking dope feign [Ricky & Brophy] Bitch Ricky be the That's MH GB That's LA CT Bitch Ricky be the Which Ricky be the? That's MH GB That's LA CT Bitch Ricky be the