J-Black - Ricky Bobby (feat. Yung Zo) Lyrics

Don't listen to these people, Ricky.
You're a winner
You got the gift. Always remember,
If you ain't first, you're last.
If you ain't first, you're last.
Ayee, ayeee, ayee ,ayee
12 get behind me no I ain't stopping
I shake and bake bitch I'm Ricky Bobby
Stop with the flodging bitch we the hottest disrespect me that's off with ya noggin
Bitch I'm shit I'm just being honest
Cougar ride passenger she wanna top me
We in the trap with Whitney and Bobby
Hop in the whip take off Ricky Bobby
Cup full of perkys smoking on gas
If I'm not first then bitch I'm last
Hop In the whip this bitch kinda fast
Push up on them niggas you know how they crash
Cup full of perkys smoking on gas
If I'm not first then bitch I'm last
Hop In the whip this bitch kinda fast
Push up on them niggas you know how they crash
Skrrrt skkrrt uh Ricky Bobby
If I'm not first then I'm last and that's sloppy
Cup full of dirty had me moving wocky
Ain't stopping for shit 12 better not better not get behind me
Swerving through the lanes they can't catch up or find me
Bitch I been grinding you can't out grind me
Shinning to hard you can never outshine me
Why these Nigga love act hard till they turning into trackstars
Letting 40s off tear ya back off
Problem child since the backyard
Bitch I'll clap y'all
Stepping on gas shake and bake past y'all
I done passed y'all hit the dash now riding round jaguar
Its fast car like a NASCAR
F*ck around and I can do it mask off,
Run up on him swift robbed the plug then i get cash off
Riding round with the Timmy turner this my lil burner or I get the jimmy tryna blast off
Vision 20/20 and I'm mad dog
Still get grizzly on them niggas Zach Randolph
Bro like safety in the field pick ya man's off
Trap house jumping I don't think it's gon land down
J black in all black head crack skulls round
Burn a bridge like London and watch em all fall down
Black got it started so imma come finish it
Niggas be bitches they ain't really with the shits
We got the Glocks with the beams ain't no hit or miss
We gon go finish it we ain't gon send a diss
Oh what he say about me I ain't hear the shit
Niggas be cap but it's cool imma peel that shit
Pull up with scats like we own us a dealership
Niggas be wack and they know they ain't killing shit
Hired myself yeah bitch I'm a boss
You niggas some workers you already lost
She high off the perc I'm all in her jaws
I bust a little nut then I'm getting off
This shit is too easy yall making it hard
Let that boy try me I send him to god
Call me John Wick when I'm swinging that rod
Big ass 45. you can hear through ya pods
My niggas eating we splitting the pie
Come at my brothers bitch you gotta die
Playing be cool till you play with the fire
He make a move he get sent to the sky