Letras
Ya, say Roro, you know I did it right?
"Who is Rickey Wayne?" the mixtape
Ya feel me? Yea, uh-uhm
First, let me hop out the motherfuckin' Porsche
I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse
I be ballin' on these niggas got me feeling like sports
Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort
Ain't too many things I ain't done yet
I'm the king of this shit
Crowned by the toilet
I'm just barely getting started
You already upset
Got a tiger as a pet
I just took him to the vet
Homie, I be makin' hits
I'm the rap Derek Jeter
Let your bitch ride on me
Like she was on a feeder
If the pussy ain't good
Then I probably won't feed her
Lil' homie, you can keep her
'Cause I really don't need her
I ain't worried 'bout a feature
Homeboy, you's a pee on
Toilet seat ass nigga, man, I swear you gettin' peed on
Man, my jewelry so cold, I walk around with the heat on
My alarm clock set just in case they wanna sleep on
Ya dig?
I'm a full time player
Hoppin' out in alligator
Sippin' lean and now and later
Homie, I'll annihilate you
If you think you wanna battle
You gon' have to pay some paper
I just hit her and I quit her
I would never ever date her
It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city
Travel to another town, you can bet they fuckin' with me
I be killin' this shit
Pray to God they forgive me
They say, "When you blow up, don't forget me"
Man
I been on fire
Ever since they made the lighter
My boys will pull up on ya, homie, I ain't talkin' diapers
Walk into your function on point, I'm like a sniper
My girl bad like Dej Loaf, so don't try her
Fle-fle-flexin' all you want, but homeboy, you ain't ready (Ready)
Ten times sharper than Michael Myers machete
Bee-bee-been about the money, I ain't worried 'bout the fame
'Bout to have everybody sayin', "Who is Rickey Wayne?"
That me (That me)