Lyrics Bicky Robby - Fat Nick , Mikey the Magician , Shakewell

Hey, shoutout Migo Plug
(Hey shoutout Migo Plug)
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
Too many [?] (too many)
Too many [?] tryna see me dead
Take all my profit (can't take it)
I ain't gonna bet, make 'em take my [?]
Don't put me in a coffin (no, no)
And when I'm in a coffin, I'll [?]
I ain't talkin' 'bout no business
I'm talkin' 'bout all of my homies
Where in the fuck was you at?
Tell me, hoe, where was you at
When they rolled up with the strap?
Now, tell me what's so wrong with that?
Keep [?] until my pockets get fat
I ain't listen cause they got no reason just to cuff it like that
I'm blasting [?]
[?] for the beat on the track
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I got blunts [?], don't need to make it back
Dick inside a forty, make 'em hit a trap
Shawty hit my line, she think your stroke is whack
Pa-pa-party, oxys down
I feel it, can't you take me out?
Just suckin', fuckin', just for clout
Since sippin' that, there ain't no drought
I just bought some new Rick Owens
I just skrrted out of that
Stackin' that money on money
Sippin' that syrup on syrup
Thirty on forty on top
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris