[Intro]:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ohhhh
Too real woahhhhh

[Verse 1]:
Bae say she love me
But it ain’t enough
Bae say she love me
But she wanna fuck
She know it ain’t nothing I’ll pull up
Lemme beat it up
Yeah she just wanna feel that Pretty Ricky
Wanna feel a rush
Yesterday we had to do a quickie I was in a rush
We was out in traffic getting busy I was in New York
Bought my bitch some runners and some slippers I was in Dior
Her and her friend going back and forth like they playing horse
Yeah if you love me you can’t let me fuck without the head first
Yeah if I’m special lemme get that head till yo head hurt
Yeah if it’s different imma dive in it I go head first
Yeah and you know I keep you on yo feet till yo legs hurt
Get yo bitch a frenchie and Rollie if you really player
She ain’t think that I can make her like me bae I’m really player
She hopped on the private with the gang imma see you later
Trackhawk dancing in the rain this for Lil Saint
This for Lil Saint
Trackhawk pop locking in the rain
Sliding lane to lane
Yeah
[Verse 2]:
RTB gang gang
Come on this for Lil Saint n***a
Shhh
Told her bitch I need that Jill Scott
Pour that wocky or that triss with yo bitch I don’t pill pop
She hate it when I fuck her with her friend she gone still watch
Told her baby I ain’t got the time I got a mill watch
My Arab quick to up Glock I’m like chill Ahk
Chris rock a bitch I would’ve got Will Shot
How the fuck I got my ice on and she fill hot
Fuck my white bitch then I spinned her that’s for Emmit till Opps
Like I work a Lowe’s baby I don’t need a pill to drill
Out in Cali telling hoes I need that cat frfr
She rubbing on me feel like Gary Payton she can feel the steal
Told her baby just don’t Jack me off I’m trynna feel the Jill
Had to fly her out to Cali cause she said she like the climate
I got Ms I ain’t finna lose my mind bout no dime bitch
She hate it when im in the west coast cause the time switch
And im trynna be like Pretty Ricky who you grind with