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yops - ricks 2 lyrics
[intro]
thank you lockage
[verse 1: yops]
yeah and i’m rockin’ this rick (yeah)
you might think i invented it
hop in that aventador, 5% tint on it
turn it up louder, this beat i ain’t feelin’ it (yeah, ooh)
1017 alyx, extravagant
watch your lil hoe cuz she know that i’m havin’ it
all black fit my style too immaculate
wanna go to the uk and j_pan
turn it up now, yeah i did it again
shoutout my family, my fans, and my friends
i hopped in the benz and that turbo advance
y’all wanted ricks 2, i put y’all in a trance
long live jd are you proud of me man?
did it all on my own, f_ck the labels they mad
gucci, versace, louis, and the prada
nah i ain’t regular, i’m rockin’ designer
i know that i’m him, got the crowd screaming louder
i’m in love with the money, respect, and the power
used to rock regular shoes, now it’s martins and pradas
##perfectwxrld man you know these n_ggas ain’t trying us
lil low bring me peace, she keeping my mind up
and these hoes wanna f_ck i got these b_tches lined up
[verse 2: cosznmo]
these b_tches lined up and sh_t (huh)
i’m getting lined by a b_tch (huh)
these hoes they be lying and sh_t
i got rick on my jeans, balenci my kick
in new york fashion week, know i’m throwing a fit (yuh)
eliante diamonds they gliss (yuh)
got a vv all on my wrist (yuh)
got a vv all on my b_tch (yuh)
choppa beep beep sh_t it gon hit
not talking weed, i got two different sticks (yeah)
i’m in paris gonna f_ck on this bad b_tch
f_ckin’ on foreigns in foreigns in fast sh_t
this b_tch off the carti, in love with that cash sh_t
in love with my girl so i call her a bad b_tch
and it’s just ##perfectwxrld, i can’t sign with no ass sh_t
opp in my blunt, h_ll nah i ain’t gon ash it
yeah one pole got that dumb n_gga smoked (huh)
rick that’s all on my toe (yeah)
cleezy that’s all on my coat
and she wanna get choked, put a leash on that hoe (yeah)
you’re the g.o.a.t. yeah i know
rockin rick ain’t no converse in la with bro
call la gon back out that yoppa
rockin givenchy sh_t all on my collar
like led put the beam on the choppa
green, red beam like i’m santa, i got ’em
n_gga went viral like f_ck it we dropping
if it ain’t no chrome hearts, i ain’t gon cop it
got this stick, got this chrome hearts, n_gga we popped him
top floor sh_t like the f_ck, who gon stop him? (yeah)
i came up off that trap had no option
and i got on all rick like a mother f_cking model (yeah)
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