Lil Rick (feat. TDA)

Murder the beat we go straight off the rip

Had to get out the cut had to call Lil' Rick

**** be frontin' they showing off choppas and sticks

But without it we know he a bitch

Far from a rapper but writing so easy

I line up these rappers load me a clip

Spot em I got em, get smoked like exotic

He spoke outta line and they made him a zip

I haven't rapped in a minute

Send shots out at me and get wrapped in a minute

Can't fuck with my flow, got too many of those

Switch 'em out like they hoes, take a tap and they finished

I get the bag and flip it keep it 150

No pass they gon' blast with no limit

I get the bag independent constantly stacking

I'm packing up racks like it's tennis

We in it to win it

Me and my **** smoking Doja

If you getting in the way you get rolled over

I ain't never been the one to come and brag no

I was humble now I'm moving like an asshole

Real ones where you at though

Move he get back doored

I wrap 'em like a lasso

I been on my cash flow

Why you even mad folk

**** dissing on the gram

That gram we smoked his last bro

I came from the trenches

I remember we was past broke

Used to use extensions

Just to have some time to pack more

Seen them damn evictions

When my ass was coming back home

Had to keep a back bone

That bad lil bitch got her back broke

Dropped the bag before

But now we suited up in task mode

I ain't talking strippers

Grip at Toro then I grab poles

He opposing Wicke

And Imma send him where my dad rose

**** getting froggy kill his kids

It's no more tadpoles

What

Uh Lil Rick

This some other shit

I shock these **** like I'm Blanca

When I take they bitch

And I ain't even really try and have her

Make the switch

He run on me he end up dying

I pray for the clique

Wicke