Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
I be off the acid
I'll pass the key cause I ain't really looking for some crashing
All these bitches problematic
Fly like I'm Aladdin
Cashing all my luck I ain't looking for a bad spend
You stayin' on the side
Keep playing, you gon' die
Marinating on my side
Love telling these lies
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
All these bitches is fans, they gon' wanna lick Jowe up
They be writing amends swing around just like rodeo
Six bitches around me like whoa
Feeling like OVO
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bitches getting so low, low, low
I'm 20 just like these hoes
You feeling me, I'm gone grow
Next up, hit is up on my scope
Ice on me so you know I'm cold
Wiping Nina, ain't let em know
Pin her down, like I am going to bowl
She hit me up like she throwing bows
Pink pussy, like that bitch from trolls
White in there like I'm going ghost
But I'm in a lamb
Bitches know I'm shining up with weed, call me greenland
Earning all your love, I ain't spending not no band
Did it again
Hiding away, you can't be on my camp
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
OB Jowe - L1K3 R1CKY Lyrics
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Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
I be off the acid
I'll pass the key cause I ain't really looking for some crashing
All these bitches problematic
Fly like I'm Aladdin
Cashing all my luck I ain't looking for a bad spend
You stayin' on the side
Keep playing, you gon' die
Marinating on my side
Love telling these lies
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
All these bitches is fans, they gon' wanna lick Jowe up
They be writing amends swing around just like rodeo
Six bitches around me like whoa
Feeling like OVO
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bitches getting so low, low, low
I'm 20 just like these hoes
You feeling me, I'm gone grow
Next up, hit is up on my scope
Ice on me so you know I'm cold
Wiping Nina, ain't let em know
Pin her down, like I am going to bowl
She hit me up like she throwing bows
Pink pussy, like that bitch from trolls
White in there like I'm going ghost
But I'm in a lamb
Bitches know I'm shining up with weed, call me greenland
Earning all your love, I ain't spending not no band
Did it again
Hiding away, you can't be on my camp
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
I be off the acid
I'll pass the key cause I ain't really looking for some crashing
All these bitches problematic
Fly like I'm Aladdin
Cashing all my luck I ain't looking for a bad spend
You stayin' on the side
Keep playing, you gon' die
Marinating on my side
Love telling these lies
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
All these bitches is fans, they gon' wanna lick Jowe up
They be writing amends swing around just like rodeo
Six bitches around me like whoa
Feeling like OVO
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bitches getting so low, low, low
I'm 20 just like these hoes
You feeling me, I'm gone grow
Next up, hit is up on my scope
Ice on me so you know I'm cold
Wiping Nina, ain't let em know
Pin her down, like I am going to bowl
She hit me up like she throwing bows
Pink pussy, like that bitch from trolls
White in there like I'm going ghost
But I'm in a lamb
Bitches know I'm shining up with weed, call me greenland
Earning all your love, I ain't spending not no band
Did it again
Hiding away, you can't be on my camp
Runnin' like Ricky, these bullets gon' follow you, hitting you right in your chest
You better get you a vest huh, shooters gon' put you to rest
Always knew you wouldn't last huh, giving your bitch a little rack
Know that I ain't talking money, but I think it's funny
Cause that bitch done had a little rack
Like a nose you is running, but I get to gunnin' with this gun
I might give you a smack
Sewer system, all I'm smelling is rats
She be giving me dome, I ain't giving it back
Bitches be needing dope, but I need they crack
I feel fly, superman
Whip in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up in the pan
Pictures is flicking, they flicking it up
Cause all these bitches is my fans
Writer: Joep Bogaerts
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid