Bicky Robby (Single 2016)

Текст песни Shakewell feat Fat Nick, Mikey The Magician - Bicky Robby (Single 2016)

[Chorus: Shakewell & Shakewell & Mikey the Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris

[Verse 1: Shakewell & Mikey The Magician]
Too many [?] (Too many)
Too many [?] tryna see me dead
Take all my profit (Can't take it)
I ain't gonna bet, make 'em take my [?]
Don't put me in a coffin (No, no)
And when I'm in a coffin, I'll be sippin' my cup then
I ain't talkin' 'bout no business
I'm talkin' 'bout all of my homies
Where in the fuck was you at?
Tell me, hoe, where was you at
When they rolled up with the strap?
Me and Ethan was just out here eatin', grindin', tryna put cheese on the map
Now, tell me what's so wrong with that?
Keep on hustlin' 'til my pockets get fat
I ain't listen cause they got no reason just to cuff it like that
I'm blasting [?]
[?] for the beat on the track
[Chorus: Shakewell & Shakewell & Mikey the Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
I got blunts on racks, don't need to make it back
Dick inside a forty, make 'em hit a trap
[?] gone on off a pack
Shawty hit my line, she think your stroke is whack
Pa-pa-party, oxys down
I feel it, can't you take me out?
Just suckin', fuckin', just for clout
Since sippin' that, there ain't no drought
I just bought some new Rick Owens
I just skrrted out of that
Blue face boy, gon' duck that way
Big dick posted on my hip
I just keep ballin', you hungry
Stackin' that money on money
Sippin' that syrup on syrup
Double cup for you, you can’t even get finish
Stuntin' and countin' them knots
Shinin my ego [?]
Thirty on forty on top
[?]
[Chorus: Shakewell & Shakewell & Mikey the Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris