Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ric Martel, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ric Martel |
| Ayo, George Condo’s in the condo |
| I can cook coke with my eyes closed |
| The Beemer grill Ron English (skr) |
| Whole brick for 28, look like we bleached it |
| Leather strings in the Tinkers |
| A wig rocking the weight, shot him out the gate |
| The jumper got no breaks |
| Park inside the shake |
| Rose, fuck around with the pink face |
| Standing on the couch with the pink gates |
| The bitches love the neck drip |
| Clip and the TEC flip, my shooter only sniff the best shit (grr) |
| Put the brains out for the extras (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
| boom) |
| TEC wrapped in the Hermes handkerchief |
| Excuse a nigga excellence |
| Alright |
| Nigga, fuck that, kill his ass, nigga |
| Well, if you must know, bucko |
| I bust the pump, slugs stuck in your stucco |
| Shells all in your home and humble abode |
| Uh oh, we all know opinions is like buttholes (waxed) |
| On another note, I stay clean while the mud was thrown |
| Thought I was low, my cover was blown (you say) |
| Like a note on the old trombone |
| Don’t make me rub your nose, the funds I hold |
| I count so much dough, my thumbs are swole (shit) |
| Stole the summers, drove road runners |
| Keep the TEC, might heat one half of the Cocoa Brothers (what up, Tek) |
| My leather coat feel like cocoa butter (yeah) |
| This is culture, my folks was smoking the butter (wow) |
| The pole come with a muffler (facts) |
| I send them hoes back to you, broken, roughed up |
| Pistol whipped your dog and broke the gun |
| Spoke in tongues just like buns |
| The buns was dark, shit ain’t no bubble gum |
| They never seen us coming like a sucker punch |
| Uh, I got the game and the fiends (smoke 'em out) |
| These ain’t Supreme, these sneakers 80 Gs |
| Baby please (please) |
| Please get off my dick, baby |