Ricc Sharc

[Intro]
The **** is wrong with you?
Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
You know like, that's why I don't like flying these hoes out
Cause they don't know how to go home
Bitch, you gotta go
We like to rock Rick Owens and shit like that

[Hook]
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick (Just motherfucking Rick)
Young boys in the field, all they know is this (All they know is grrt)
The SRT made that ho flinch
I had to drop her back off in the Brinks (You gotta go back)
That girl belong to the trenches (She never wanna go back)
We- we go on tour with these glizzies (Big glizzy)
No cap (No funny shit)

[Verse 1]
Every time I pop molly, get paranoid, tell bro that we need more chops (We need more Glocks, for real)
Leave a nigga laid out vertical, he talk bout gang, or he play with the guap (Grrt)
Man, these niggas more square than a Polaroid
Copping out Chanel for some two dollar thots (Lame)
We deal with more bags than the airport, [?] on stop shop (She don't want it bro)
Spend a backend on Ricks, young niggas gon' duct tape and torture the plug, yeah (No funny shit)
Burnt bitch tweeting that shit, she mad her friend got chose, she a dub
She plays no game with the dick, tongue ring on her tits
And she from Zone 6 (Oh, yeah)
Thigh pads on me, this a sport, pop a halftime first
Then I put on my pointers (Ice, ice)
Every time I go to Miami, I'm bringing my shooter
He drip like [?]
The Dior [?] hugging my back, smoke Zaza right down Collins
Going on tour with the [?], get turned to a spliff reaching for my collar (Big Sharc)
Anybody front, get shot, [?] XD, fifth out the Off-White joggers
No Morty, just motherfucking Rick
Young boys in the field, and they play with sticks
We go on tour with these glizzies, no cap