Rick Owen Boots Chicken P

[Intro]
(Ayo, Disick, we got one)
Yeah, lil' buddy cool, he can't—
Yeah, lil' buddy cool, he can't fuck with me
I been on that—
I been on that—

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, lil' buddy cool, but he can't fuck with me
I been rockin' Chrome Heart like white t-shirt
I'm in the 550, but it's only 3:30
Drop a whole pint of Trish and I'm off P purple
I just thumbed through a thousand strips, now my fingers blue
No cap, this a hundred racks, bitch, you gotta prove it
Ayy, I hit her from the back, bought the bitch some Rick Owen boots, ayy
Know I came trim, I got on Rick Owen too, ayy

[Verse]
I got the trap goin' up on a motherfuckin' Tuesday
Get bored and hit Miami out the blue on a Wednesday
Today, I feel like ridin' 550, it's a Benz day
I'm a big fish, you can't put me in no fish tank
Know that shit ain't nothin', what you say, you want some Rick?
Okay cool, turn me on, bust it open, do the splits, bae
Blend four hundred grams in the blender, this a milkshake
Got a dub on me, this play money, we get real pape'
I been runnin' up my sack
I'm addicted to this shit, I got a monkey on my back
Bust the chicken out the wrapper
I'm finna put it in the water like a pastor
Yeah, I'm ballin' like I ball, they gon' need some more stamina
Ayy, I got a six in my cup, don't try it, you can't handle it
Finna fuck your bitch, I came over, she got candles lit
I live a rich nigga lifestyle, broke nigga can't stand this shit
Don't just watch me count, baby, help me rubber band this shit