ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Benjamin Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dillon Rice
Engineer
歌詞
You can't run this town if you don't do cardio
Dissin us to stay poppin relevancy still low
Used to be friends diss me yes i'll still slice a hoe
Only dick you're finna get is from your pink dildo
Imma diss her
Then dismiss her
Then rip her to parts
No one will miss her
Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing
Always on my page yes you be scrolling
Welcome to the funeral
I'm wearing all black this era
I made you never thanked me ever
Call me ramsey im cooking up heat
Got niggas in brooklyn your ass they'll beat
I gave you your friends fixed your dead ends
Nothing without me homebase defend
Switched red to blue and now you're trumped
You my son you in timeout now you defunct
She went up against me but she's not alive
Stabbed her in the back like she did with mine
I'm like beyonce yes i did survive
Her weak ass disses yea they did not apply
That fat ass cant keep no man in your life
You said it yourself no nice bone in your spine
Look what you made me do this is rick's version
Not wanted in life you're a burden (you're a burden)
Now you're deferred and on the black list
Couldn't watch your weight if it was a clock on your wrist
The whole town knowing
You go to middlesex no auburn football throwing
What time of bum bitch lies
About the college acceptance she got
Ricky rod you aint fuckin with
My bars smart yeah they got some wit
Switching up sides like its your hobby
You to me is like im malfoy to dobby
Aw you got your feelings hurt
Aw you got a boo boo
Last person on earth and i still wouldn't fuck you
I'm on the court you in the nose bleeds
I'll be 5 miles ahead i'm still the lead
I got you huffing and puffing scared
Asthma
Count to ten 1 2 3 blast off
I'll rob the bank then take my mask off
This the end of the game no its not kick off
No not bill but i locked the gates microsoft
If you aint got an enemy you aint doin shit right
When we pull up you lock the doors then it's on sight
Younger me thought my anger
Was something i had to suppress
Now my anger is president of mind nothing left to digress
Your pussy like the finish line yea its ran through
Load the chopper and let it rain on you
Ion care how long it'll take i'll get my opp back
Put the cock glock in her mouth
While i blow her back out
Ya making your boy have no option
There ain't no stalling
I'll kill you like i'm stalin
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
I'm a sleaze never had my shit at ease
Fucking while my song on repeat
Fuck you mean
Like baby keem
On the beat armin going for the jugular
This is how i act on the regular
Cellular
Blocked bomb your ass nuclear
I'm lucifer red on my face the new color
So high up i'm on jupiter
Google earth
You my fan club extracurricular
You bitches be testing limits testicular
I'm the king but still a newcomer
Now im finna slaughter this bitch
Man
Vehicular
Writer(s): Ricardo Rodríguez
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