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iyb: the gang - ricky lyrics

check out the drip
i’m sponsored by nike
my money crip
might cop me an audi
she call me bane
cause i break her back
i’m switching lanes
backseat got green bags
spin on my d-ck like a spiral
b-tch i wear red but i ain’t a piru
head go insane, she might be a psycho
spitting flames like my name is spyro
writing these songs like it is a haiku
i’m not an asian my background español
speaking nonsense so i show them the eye roll
scripted more sacred verses than a bible
b-tch i’m a phenomenon
music goes on and on
go to the promenade
with none of my prada on
brothers still marvel at me
like i’m spider-man
posing at the comic con
you know what i be on
changalang dang dang
watch my chain sw-ng sw-ng
flexing every day day
iyb the gang gang
pull up with an ak
hear the chopper bang bang
robbing every piggy bank
flip the bag like pancake
smoking like a reggae
breaking all the rules like a renegade
sipping on a purp like a gatorade
homie need the juice, gimme a minute maid
never get me sour, b-tch i’m never sweet like a lemonade
‘bout to make me squeeze the trigger make you get eliminated
trumping all the compet-tion, there is no debating
if a rapper steal this flow, then i know i f-cking made it
woah

i got the sack and i ran like i’m ricky
shoot you in the back with the gat like you ricky
just caught a play, flipped a brick for a milly
ice never still, man them sh-ts gettin’ jiggy
pockets on lizzo, yo pockets lookin’ sickly
on a come up and i’m movin’ too quickly
hoes in my section gone be no more simpin’
reach for my chain ain’t gone be no more limpin’
i keep a stick like arenas
red solo cup where the lean is
hop in the booth and i’m leaving it steaming
finish a n-gga like mortal kombat
f-ck up they vision they need new contacts
ballin’ hard, like i’m a wildcat
i keep a 40
b-tch jump like shawn kemp
stick touch him now he a ghost with a limp
put that boy up looking down on a blimp
heard they want smoke
so i’m dumping the clip
face on a shirt
underneath it say rip b-tch

i know you don’t want no smoke
i know you don’t want no smoke
facebook n-gga gettin’ poked
n-gga we come for your throat
shoot you in the back like you ricky
you ain’t a baller you rookie
trappin’ in houston no whitney
and your girl chillin’ with me
i know you don’t want no smoke
i know you don’t want no smoke
facebook n-gga gettin’ poked
n-gga we come for your throat
shoot you in the back like you ricky
you ain’t a baller you rookie
trappin’ in houston no whitney
and your girl chillin’ with me

come to my city
come to my hood
where we do you like ricky
leave you dead where he stood
cat in the hat
pull out the gat
don’t you pull up
we be cappin’ your back
where i’m from
k!llers take your insides out
like super mans draws
where you from
bet you never had a thug
motherf-cking rob your car
i know i’m living a dangerous game
moving the bricks and the bags of cocaine
medicated, getting high off of that jane
people run up i shoot ‘em, max payne
i’m f-cking your b-tch in the back of a plane
you a b-tch boy, you stay in yo lane
treat you like dog hold you down with a chain
arkham asylum, throw you in a cage

b-tch i’m shrimp d-ck wallace
‘bout to hop on this whatever you call it
i said f-ck school that’s why i skipped college
nah i just didn’t want to go
i just turned 18 but i still don’t got no hoes
other than that i would say that i’m on a roll
but a motherf-cker never made honor roll
d-mn, that’s tough
not really
you say you got hoes, that’s silly
you said you got a milli, stop capping
you looking like a clown, stop acting
yeah i get it slapping
i’m out here spitting fire like a dragon
little b-tch look at me i am the captain
gonna film tentacle p-rn with the kraken
get in your places lights, camera, action
head going crazy i might need an aspirin
you suck b-tch
get in the trash bin
you stuck b-tch
better stop lagging
what does this entail
i’ll f-cking gut you and dance on your entrails
if she asks me for my c-ck
then i promise i’ll put that sh-t in her box like whenever she gets mail

- iyb the gang lyrics

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