Ricky Tan ft. Phil Sosa Lyrics

I aint have no niche

I found rapping

Then I started striving

Nigga is you gone switch

Or you my dog cus ion need no surprises

Everybody know it come to rapping

Huncho kind of sicker

When I started I was down below

Now I'm a lil Roddy Richer (Go)

Remember hitting kickbacks with the gang

Plotting as we enter

I done made a million fucking plays out that shopping center

Every time I kick this coke shit it have they mind blown

Brody bro got 2 Ks he don't even own no console

Them niggas cant fuck with me

Huncho on that shit again

Finessed over 100 G's in and out Mackenzie van

When I say G's I'm talking grams

My dog came up off of scams

And even through rush hour traffic

He still swerve that Ricky Tan

You know that shit kick like Jackie

Coaching plays like Pop and them

Really I be missing Ackee

Me and Trey off wok again

I cant fuck with all these rappers

Most these niggas sugar sweet

I had packs on Roosevelt bus

Right behind lil Tuga seat (Facts)

I had packs on that bus

Right behind lil Tuga seat

Them facts to I'll never cap in no rap

To make myself look good

You want Huncho to pop out

Gone pay that booking fee

Gone drop them numbers

Got to pay me something

Ion do shit for free

How you mad she wanna fuck

Thought you was Pushing P

Know you aint mad about no bop

Thought you was player nigga

And when I'm in the booth this shit like cooking keys (GO)

I swear to God had white up in my sock

In Mr. Fincannons

Lil bro just threw the mac away

We tryna find some new cannons (where they at)

Ima blow this bitch until I hurt my shoulder blade (Ahh Ahh Ahh)

Glock on me catch a nigga slipping like a roller blade

We just did a skit and left the stick's at Malik house

Lil bro gone let it drop he tryna watch a nigga bleed out (Ahh Ahh Ahh)

Pressure up a nigga then I swerve off

Threw a scope on the K I'm throwing bullets like a nerf ball

Lil brother get to popping up like he just heard a bird call

Pipe down or air that ass out

I touch a empto condo on my wrist

I feel like cash out

Had to tell her I'm to raw

But up a pole he think its smackdown (No it aint)

All off in the club just me and gang we blowing unlitty

Wasn't even with this hoe for 2 mins and she done got litty

Tryna leave a nigga top headless

A dial tone bitch catch it (Catch that shit bitch)

Aye

Bitch get out

Fuck a bitch

My response keep it player though

I'm out her bussing bricks

Don't give a fuck about no radio

Why the fuck would I go save a hoe

Is you stupid niggas tweaked out

Thought I was a easy layup

Brother pulled up with the beam out (Ahh Ahh Ahh)

I swear I been that nigga

Hoes late how you just notice

He acting like he clutching

Aint got no gun these niggas look bogus

Blowing dope told the bitch roll it

Glizzy on threw the stick on it

Thumbing blues I'm in Rick Owens

Shit you cant afford (No you cant)

Lil bro just hit me up I got a lick

This shit here on the floor

Like hoe this double G

Know I be sharper than a ninja sword

Too focus like I'm pushing Ford

When I really pulled up in a Benz

Tryna treat a nigga like a smoothie

Let the Drac blend