Lyrics Ricky Bobby Freestyle (feat. Cj Francis IV, Steezzywashere & Yung Mack TheSunGod) - Frommetoyou.Bo

She say her face get cold when she lay on my chest
Maybe cause my heart froze or these VS baguettes
I don't buy her chains cause my hand is her necklace
Pimp out a bitch made her write me a check
If you don't talk money I'll probably forget it
Wait oh yeah the fucks that you said
I need a million and Bentley Bentayga
Gone' buy that bitch just to ride in the back
Big ass crib with a whole lot of acres
Come with movie theatre and lawn in the back
Bad ass bitch down to put up the fire
Said I could have her for all of her life
Pulled up in a whip doors go to the side
Take off fast in this bitch Ricky Bobby

My heart is the coldest but somehow it's beating
New money fold up just like stadium seating
And just like Keanu I flow through the phone when it's ringing
The Cartier sit on my face when I'm reading
Said you was trapping but that was misleading
You just serving grams to your friends and then you repeating
I married the money but yes I'm still single
All of my bitches they bad and keto
I woke up to cookie and breakfast burrito
Yeah I'm back right on the migos
Right on the Tito's
He know and she know
Yeah he know and she know
Yeah he know and she know wooow

Za in my fronto
Gorilla fingers heavy fried like Roscoe's
You want to talk more
Standing elevations you hear at your front door
Snap 'em like macho
Then take his bitch cause you know that bitch not yours
She want a encore
Begging tugging on my Roth coat
Bitch got me pissed off
Got me triggering my nine tail
Don't fuck with niggas like Kramer in Seinfeld
Niggas ain't outchea
Gun tucked in my Moncler
Pull it out you fold just like a lawn chair
Gun tucked in my Moncler
Pull it out you fold just like a lawn chair

A nigga not Jaden Smith but address me as your side
Keep that heat on my body like clothes out the dryer
I was raised in the hood where that's murder for hire
Selling drugs to the rich nigga I robbed the buyer
PO on my line and he tripping again
Off the top with this shit I don't need me a pen
If you niggas want smoke let me know where it went
And they know I'm top dawg like Isaiah Rashad
Niggas shooting at me you can't murder a god
And my nigga got rich off of scamming and fraud
Fish gang is the set yeah I swim with sharks
I'm playing these bitches I play em like cards
Drop out with the pistol I ain't talking art
I ain't going shopping but I'm moving carts
Try stepping on me I'll step over your corpse
I was cuffed up in shackles when I was in courts