RICKY BOBBY

I got needs, pay attention, ah Are you up for the challenge, yeah? No hands, I throw tantrums, yeah Act right if you want this, yeah (Bitch, stand at attention) Keep my name out your mentions, huh I said what I said, and I meant it, uh I ain't buying, wouldn't even rent it, ho Superstar, I'm too hot, bitch be gone evaporate Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste Flow so floaty, okay with being lonely Vogue type of bitch, know you got me on your lock screen Boasting marshmallow ass You looking like you need a roasting, toasting 'Cause I love these bitches keep on hoping, I notice I been way too motherfuckin' focused, rogue shit Take a photo I'm the fucking moment I'm so anxious, barely breathing Moods got me switching positions So now I'm asking myself Should you be mine? La-da-da-da-da Ricky Bobby I'm the shit Hundred and ninety in the whip Blowing gas by the zip like La-da-da-da-da Let him smash on a bitch Let him crash in the pussy Left the pad with a limp Back on, make 'em break necks Hot, juicy got drenched Told that bitch, "We not friends, ah" I got two iPhones 'Cause his best friend hittin' So we get the dial tone 'Til his neck game finished Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten Kitchen counter where he hit it, keep it squeaky clean, Brita Lick, lick, lick, why he dizzy off the liquor? Superhero shit, bought my wrist an action figure Took off my top, then he slipped out that- (woo) He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his ribs (oh) Li-li-listen when I talk, ah I'ma take your chips, bitch, kicks And your job, get some money, bitch I'm so anxious, barely breathing Moods got me switching positions So now I'm asking myself Should you be mine? (My haters just happen to be broke) (And that's not my fault)