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sharc - ricc lyrics

[intro]
the ++++ is wrong with you?
yo pi’erre you wanna come out here?
you know like, that’s why i don’t like flying these hoes out
cause they don’t know how to go home
b+tch, you gotta go
we like to rock rick owens and sh+t like that

[hook]
no morty, just motherf+cking rick (just motherf+cking rick)
young boys in the field, all they know is this (all they know is grrt)
the srt made that ho flinch
i had to drop her back off in the brinks (you gotta go back)
that girl belong to the trenches (she never wanna go back)
we+ we go on tour with these glizzies (big glizzy)
no cap (no funny sh+t)

[verse 1]
every time i pop molly, get paranoid, tell bro that we need more chops (we need more glocks, for real)
leave a n+gga laid out vertical, he talk bout gang, or he play with the guap (grrt)
man, these n+ggas more square than a polaroid
copping out chanel for some two dollar thots (lame)
we deal with more bags than the airport, [?] on stop shop (she don’t want it bro)
spend a backend on ricks, young n+ggas gon’ duct tape and torture the plug, yeah (no funny sh+t)
burnt b+tch tweeting that sh+t, she mad her friend got chose, she a dub
she plays no game with the d+ck, tongue ring on her tits
and she from zone 6 (oh, yeah)
thigh pads on me, this a sport, pop a halftime first
then i put on my pointers (ice, ice)
every time i go to miami, i’m bringing my shooter
he drip like [?]
the dior [?] hugging my back, smoke zaza right down collins
going on tour with the [?], get turned to a spliff reaching for my collar (big sharc)
anybody front, get shot, [?] xd, fifth out the off+white joggers
no morty, just motherf+cking rick
young boys in the field, and they play with sticks
we go on tour with these glizzies, no cap
[hook]
no morty, just motherf+cking rick (just motherf+cking rick)
young boys in the field, all they know is this (all they know is grrt)
the srt made that ho flinch
i had to drop her back off in the brinks (you gotta go back)
that girl belong to the trenches (she never wanna go back)
we+ we go on tour with these glizzies (no cap)
no cap (no funny sh+t)

[verse 2]
i+ i got a lil b+tch in the bronx, she a saint laurent fiend, and she talk that spanglish (spanglish)
223’s for the kid, did your momma tell you, “don’t hang with them gangstas”? (don’t play with them thugs)
if a n+gga go broke, finna wave the xd, gon’ open up your top like a stadium
cold acorn pints in the freezer, my new freak a scammer, she say she got beans (beans)
yeah+ yeah, see through racks, gucci socks, dirty 30 round mop, i stuff it in the prada
sharc gon’ slide, and if i smell high, then i cop the pink runtz in the grabba (high grabba)
my lil [?], gang unit out, n+ggas keep getting flamed (you know the vibes)
every time i’m in hidden hills, go rp pills and narco crazy
every time i go to new york, pop a 80, on point, you know they grimey (they grimey)
pocket rocket in the monclizz coat, i clap me a opp n+gga, right through the pocket (grrt)
don’t go against the gang, you won’t win, we brought fn chopsticks to the venue (yeah, yeah)

[hook]
no morty, just motherf+cking rick (just motherf+cking rick)
young boys in the field, all they know is this (all they know is grrt)
the srt made that ho flinch
i had to drop her back off in the brinks (you gotta go back)
that girl belong to the trenches (she never wanna go back)
we+ we go on tour with these glizzies (big glizzy)
no cap
[outro]
woah, woah, woah, is this your friend?
don’t worry he died doing what he loved; being a dumb +++++++ rat

- sharc lyrics

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