LIL B Ricky P (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro]
(Ayy, yo, Wavy, where you at, nigga? Yes, sir)

[Chorus: Ricky P]
Got tired of waitin', lost all my patience
Holdin' me back from my greatness
Givin' them hell, that can't save 'em
Get higher [?], you know it's the latest
Yeah, my wrist your budget
Ricky on that fuck shit
Trap [?] through the function
But I'm so high, can't function
'bach to sport, got a button
Dior shirt unbuttoned
Hatin' ass nigga, Joe Budden
These lil' ass niggas my sons

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
AP, AI (Yeah, woo), yeah, nigga, havin' it my way (Okay)
Yeah, lil' hundreds in the driveway (Yuh)
Yeah, I'm getting money on Broadway (Yuh)
40-some plaques down the hallway
Yeah, we ball, I'm the running back all day (14)
Used to fill granny house with them AKs
Staying in them trenches with them SA's (Graah)
1716 Osage (Bah)
Ridin' in a hooptie with a motherfuckin' throwaway
Talk to them demons, told 'em, "Go away," (Gang)
They was tryna be my damn protégé
Legend with the album like Papa Johns
I been getting cheese like parmesan
Nigga wanna battle like Bakugan
Send a nigga to the grave, beyond
Get it from my pops like Gohan
Love her so soft but I go hard
Got a bitch goin' like a go-kart
800 gang, bitch, got no heart
Take a look into my soul, bitch, it's so dark
I gotta pour me up a four, bitch, a pour-heart
Whisper to my ears, Mozart
We want the money and the power, all the gold ours