(talking)
Yo what up bitches
Umm
It’s a lil some’ some’
Yo I just wanna shout-out Ramiro though
Yooo

Man I be killin’ it too often
Flow too hard, and its never gon’ soften
How would you even go at it trynna stop him?
You don’t believe me? Just wait til I drop ’em
Get ’em? Naw mothafucka, I got em
Enemies just gon’ fall like autumn
I’d be Batman if Lomita was Gotham
Then that would turn Flashy into Robin
Type of shit I say, it just have yo head boppin’
Can’t ya hear I’m rappin’ ho, why the fuck you talkin’?
Type of shit we hot-boxin’ have you coughin’
I’mma murder it till I’m in the coffin
Girl txt me sayin’ that she feel me knockin’
Ugly bitches in the pic, we gon’ have to crop ’em
Run it so much that I barely got these kicks
& the sole runnin’ out even though I just bought ’em
I don’t need a beat, I’m still gon’ beat ’em
I’m about to lyrically just mothafuckin’ eat em
‘Please Ricky, stop,’ Haha, mothafuckas pleadin’
Wouldn’t wanna be ’em, You should’ve believed him
Ah, now them mothafuckin’ hoes wanna meet him
Man fuck hoes, I don’t even really need ’em
On some new shit, new life just begun
Man they all tricks, and that’s how I treat ’em
Can’t ya hear I’m rappin’ ho, why the fuck you speakin’?
Gettin’ so drunk every mothafuckin’ weekend
I just be blown, I don’t really be tweakin’
Toking out the apple from the Garden of Eden
Man I’m just hopin’ that the flow sound decent
Cause mothafuckas hate, gotta defeat ’em
Foo’s want beef but Rickynator vegan
It’s about time I said Fuck It like Eamon, yeah
Bitch swallow my semen