Ric Flair (feat. Kryple)

Look don't show me your cool

Just show me respect (what's up)

Don't show me your music

Just show me a cheque

Look I aint buyin' high class fashion

Like I'm that dude

I just design my own cloths

And made them high class to

Like what you know about it

I'm talking business 101

Talkin' gettin' some from none

I've got a list of what I've done

Doggy I'm nice

And I don't want your advice

So if I turn the power on you

Then its off with your lights

Yeah I feel like Ric Flair

With my hair slicked back

Don't compare to the squares

I'm knowing their shits wack

And its clear that I'm aware

That my affairs in tacked

I spit flares say your prayers

If you dare spit back

I got way with this shit

Smell the greatness

Its like I had a fragrance

And all I did was bathe in that shit

Look at me go

I feel like I'm the Migos

Tryin' to get money from me

And all of my amigos

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke

Gun smoke, gun smoke

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke

Gun smoke, gun smoke

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

I be chasin' money over

Bitches burnin' calories

And I be sittin' pretty

7 figures for the salary

And I'm allergic

Being broke is like an allergy

I started so now I'm a finish them

So this is their fatality

Rappers lookin' pretty

Like their Miss Congeniality

And we aint here to judge you

On your looks or personality

And its refreshing being blessed with originality

The only thing I want

From all this shit is immortality

(I'm a live forever)

Yeah the world champion Ric Flair

You rappers cryin' aint inspirin'

Aint shit fair (shit fair)

I leave you weak in the knees

You need a wheelchair

Just watch me drop a sneaker line

I'm autographing each pair

Yeah I got more verses then a bible

They telling story's about your boy

Like he was a disciple

They said they want a banger

So I hit up Kryple

I'm taking over

About to flip this game in to a cyclone

They actin' like they couldn't fathom

What they know about me

Growing up was trigger happy

I was sort of mouthy

Tried to jack him

Wouldn't get a fuckin' quarter out me

Anybody wanting problems

We can sort it out see

You wanting beef

And this the porter house

Mel Gibson is this bitch

And this is Porters house

Down payment on a watch

That could support a house

And for you thirsty ass bitches

I'm a pour this out

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke

Gun smoke, gun smoke

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke

Gun smoke, gun smoke

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

Yeah you can catch me at your party

Drinking Whiskey straight

I'm fully gooned up homie

So don't instigate

I'm in the kitchen tellin' bitches

That its getting late

Who wants to hit my crib

And put some titties in my face

Yeah big drippin' like I'm Ric Flair

I came to crash your fuckin' picnic

I'm the big bear

I come around and all these rappers

Get a bit scared

Their tail tucked between their legs

Saying quick prayers

Yeah your friends are broke

My friends are rich

You drivin' hooptie's

And were out here in expensive whips

That 45 is fully loaded

With extended clips

If anybody's got an issue

They should mention it

Yeah don't give a fuck

If I offend a bitch

Bitch I just came to fuck

And not befriend bitch

Eh I take a rappers head

And then dismember it

And get kicks to throw

On a pendent for my neckless