Ricky Henderson

Lyrics for Ricky Henderson

(Damjonboi) Lil' Brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson (Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin' 'fore you listen) I'll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (brr) Five-thousand dollar fit, that's 50 Benjamins (brr) Really connected to the plug, yo' shit be renderin' Dog shit Militia, unky in his dickies sellin' it Periodic table in the kitchen, 60 elements Let me see an opp, gon' lose control like Missy Elliott (boom) I'm in that G-Wagon (skrrt) G-O-D, if I see 12, I'ma keep stabbin' (skrrt) Why you acting like a vet'? You ain't seen action? I ain't dealing with the fishy shit, won't even eat salmon (goddamn) Since he cappin', we gon' put three in his hat like Chance the Rapper I don't think yo team could get a victory, yo' mans a slacker Retired 201s, I'm walkin' in to cash them bastards 12 terabytes, I baked a pie, I'm a Apple jacker In high school, you thought you had life figured out But now you just an average Joe, you took the five-figure route It's 2022, it's time to throw the Swishers out Land shopping out in Texas, I might need a bigger house All these motherfuckin' Track two's, I could write a book Lil' brodie, he ain't got no Ls, he finna slide on foot Fly as hell, fuck what's underneath me, I'm too high to look (meow) Had to pat him down for a wire, he actin' like the hook Spin the block and pop his top like a corkscrew (brrt) A killer on the 'Gram, but he be singing in the courtroom (man) All I'm missin' is a saddle, we done horsed you Bandana patches wrapped around my jeans, it ain't no horseshoes Sippin' out a baby bottle, all I'm missing is a pacifier (wah) Sippin' Wocky in October, look like apple cider (ah) I got a pistol with a glitch, this bitch shoot rapid fire (brr) I wouldn't run, the scope on it came with a magnifier (brr) Scrape up the extras, I'm a maximizer The skid mapped out in my head, shit, I'm a strategizer (yeah) How I make it to Kentucky when the tags expired? I fucked around and burnt my fingers rollin' out a bag of fire (ha, ha) Paid a hunnid fifty for some turbo, this a Taycan (Porsche) If you seen us shake hands, we probably made bands I'm ten toes in my Ian Connor's, boy, these ain't Vans (nah) What I'm droppin' in my pop, it look like grape jam Shit, I just bought a thousand (shh) I can't even tell you what, I just thought about it (brrt) I lock my lips then lose the key, can't even talk about it (brrt) I don't think that's real Virgil, something off about it (ha, brrt) Kansas City chief, I'm dropping red into my Baja Gold (phew) Yo' lifestyle amateur like, shit, you not a pro On stage with the baby Drac', ready to rock and roll (brrt) So much drip up in my closet, walk in like "Geronimo" Turn his Lamb' into a stretch, limousine style I'm mixing RPs with my lean, feeling mean now Why you playin'? Got the reaper up on speed dial (phew) Smoking za', it's like a comic strip when I breathe out Get the rebound (yeah), throw it down court If you really 'bout it, what you stayin' in the house for? 2023, my goal, stress less and count more Why the fuck you worried 'bout my bag? I hope you found yours Man, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia You know what the fuck goin' on They can't stop us I think we undefeated at this point This shit is gettin' too fuckin' easy, yeah Cops pulled me over, told 'em, "I don't speak no English" Hitter, he gon' catch a hat for fun, don't really need no reason (boom) You still got a stock Charger, never seen no demon Scammer turned rapper, hunnid on me, I don't need no pieces (I don't need no pieces, I don't need no pieces) (In a stock Charger, you ain't seen no Demon) (Told them boys I don't speak no English) (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on) Lil' Brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson (Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin' 'fore you listen) I'll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (brrt) Five thousand dollar fit, that's 50 Benjamins First name Himothy, last name, Bitch It could be a traffic jam, bet I wouldn't lane switch (Basically, if you ain't on gang shit, you lame, bitch) (Yo' life might be good, but it ain't this) (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, man)