lp rambo – sticky ricky lyrics
[hook]
prayed for the day that i caught him snoozing
i told him i zip sh+t he said ”prove it”
now he blue as f+ck she rude as f+ck she wish i could undo it
b+tch i be smoking on ricky it’s sticky as h+ll he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
put him in a box like a brand new movie, boy you was tweaking playin’ with foolie
and she gone run when she get that cake but that b+tch f+cked up cause i knew it
they ain’t got enough shots they ain’t got enough blocks that could do sh+t bout these sticks i’m choosing
stick getting hot might f+ck with the glock man i came out the store with some brand new coolant
told that b+tch you a brand new nuisancе
told the lil’ boy this a brand new ruler
[verse one]
p+ssy ass boy you could bе improving
bout 8 years and i’m still outdoing
your whip in my way lil n+gga i’ll move it
bro had to grab me like ”dont shoot it”
bro had to spaz out like ”dont do it”
3 more shots cause he ain’t stop moving
young n+gga still toting 33 shots that young n+gga still got the shots like ewing
wish i had woken up sooner
talk to them old n+ggas franklin the boomer
he said he gone k!ll me stop spreading that rumor
sh+t dont be funny got no sense of humor
f+ck n+gga thought he was schumer, aye
beat the case like a producer, yea
right back to juggin’ like scooter, aye
throw ima catch it like cooper, aye!
[hook]
prayed for the day that i caught him snoozing
i told him i zip sh+t he said ”prove it”
now he blue as f+ck she rude as f+ck she wish i could undo it
b+tch i be smoking on ricky it’s sticky as h+ll he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
put him in a box like a brand new movie, boy you was tweaking playin’ with foolie
and she gone run when she get that cake but that b+tch f+cked up cause i knew it
they ain’t got enough shots they ain’t got enough blocks that could do sh+t bout these sticks i’m choosing
stick getting hot might f+ck with the glock man i came out the store with some brand new coolant
told that b+tch you a brand new nuisance
told the lil’ boy this a brand new ruler
[verse two]
menace, k!ller, driller, lp the hitman
play i’ma send his ass down with his man
think it won’t go through your belly, it can
im from the block where you gotta withstand
wishing you could see the vision, it’s grand
but you think it’s bland
i ‘member begging her give me a chance
now i got money she holding out hands
counted 5 skellys that’s under my buckle that n+gga in trouble i’m averaging 5 on ’em
boy why would you tweak on the homies, them n+ggas asked you to go out and die on ’em
b+tch i be fly on them boys, cannot find me hit the sky on them boys
police ask me ima lie for them boys, shorty just to text me to slide i ignore
[hook]
prayed for the day that i caught him snoozing
i told him i zip sh+t he said ”prove it”
now he blue as f+ck she rude as f+ck she wish i could undo it
b+tch i be smoking on ricky it’s sticky as h+ll he rolled in the wood, hit smoothly
put him in a box like a brand new movie, boy you was tweaking playin’ with foolie
and she gone run when she get that cake but that b+tch f+cked up cause i knew it
they ain’t got enough shots they ain’t got enough blocks that could do sh+t bout these sticks i’m choosing
stick getting hot might f+ck with the glock man i came out the store with some brand new coolant
told that b+tch you a brand new nuisance
told the lil’ boy this a brand new ruler
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