Rickey

"Too Easy"

[Verse 1]
f*ck the lil' b*tch have her walkin’ off balance
I'm a dog ass n*gga, f*ck around start growling
Big rocks on my chain look like a lil' mountain
Rich n*gga with the drip, money on a water fountain
Give a f*ck about a hater, all this money I been countin’
I been smokin' on loud, all my weed steady shoutin'
You a friendly ass n*gga, stay f*ck from around me
I don't wanna shake yo hand, pus*y n*gga, you was doubtin'
I don't want the lil' b*tch, she was f*ckin' too easy
Got a fresh bald head, got me feeling like Jeezy
I been getin’ to the money, no time for the sleepin’
Keep a sick like a broom, f*ck around, let it sweep
Don't you got a boyfriend? f*ck it, then we can creep
Hit you in the living room while your boyfriend sleep
Got me gone off a pill, got me feelin’ like screech
pus*y n*gga, stop flexin' cause you way to week
Lil' ass n*gga, you don't know me
You a snitch and you working with the police
Start finessing on your b*tch, like Ro D
I Just spent about 20 on a Rollie
No more nice guy, that’s the old me
I been gettin' to the money since 14
She gone swallow everything, that's protein
Shout out to them n*ggas doing it before me

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out Raris, hoppin' out Coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out foriegn, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out Raris, hoppin' out Coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out foriegn, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy
(Yea,Yea)

[Verse 2]
Can't f*ck the lil' b*tch, she be talkin'
Bald head, stone cold, Steve Austin
Wrist drippin' like a brand new faucet
I just bought a mansion with a new office
Don't sleep to much, I'm exhausted
I be sippin' on lean, I be coughin'
Got a bad lil' b*tch, she flawless
She be suckin' on the di*k like she jawless
Aye these n*ggas steady hate
Cause they see me makin' pape'
I be smoking on loud, n*ggas, this no Vape
Got a bad lil' b*tch with a real nice shape
Yeah, my whole team eatin', everybody got a plate
I got them racks on me, my momma say that she proud of
All of them n*ggas was doubtin' me
Ain't got no bounderies
n*gga say he wanna feature, I'm bout to charge like a battery
Tell em I'm back with this sh*t
I'm 'bout to take it, ain't bout to ask for permissh
I can't respond to no diss
I'm 'bout to pull up, I'ma hop out with the stick
I got the drip, diamonds all over my wrist
These n*ggas ceace To exist
Walkin' that sh*t, we do not talk all that sh*t
Young n*gga still in the mix

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out Raris, hoppin' out Coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out foriegn, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out Raris, hoppin' out Coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out foriegn, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy
(Yea,Yea)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy
(Yea,Yea)

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