RicFlairDrip(Freestyle)

Ric Flair Drip (Freestyle) - DJ BomaNdoki

Composed by：DJ BomaNdoki

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N***as don't know my style

Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child

Try to put me in the 'cross but my force was wild

B***h made a*s n***as don't know my style squeeze

N***as don't know my style

F**k everybody f**k that n***a

N***as don't know my style

B***h made a*s n***as

Don't know my style f**k that n***a

F**k you too n***a

Hit me I got my hennessy find ya foes

In a room full of n***as tryin' to hide ya hoes

I'm gettin' high off buddha

'Cause the times be slow

I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke

And who me a n***a livin' life like a g

And that artillery keepin' n***as off of me

I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times peep

N***as after me 'cause they see

I'm stackin' g's and heat

You can holler if you want to please

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed

Enemies and my range is on

You're in the danger zone

My f**kin' game is strong now hotline

You suckas better find ya mind I got mine

From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes

To my n***as up in quentin down on rikers isle

Stay rile but a n***a gotta use his styles

Metro boomin want some more n***a

Going to the jeweler bust the ap yeah bust it

Slide on the water like a jet ski yeah woo slide

I'm tryna f**k you and your bestie yeah hey

Chopper with the scope so do not test me

Drrt yeah drrt

Ric flair drip go woo on a b***h woo

Fifty seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist ice

Multi million dollar I'm a fool with the hits ayy

Hop up in the lamb' and drop

The roof show the tits skrr

Poppin' but you really not gon' shoot pop it

Ninety pointers down my diamonds

Look like hula hoops ninety

Hopping in my bentayga and her seat is a masseuse hey

Balenciaga check my posture valentino boots oo oo

It's the boominati way a lotta lambs

A lotta wraiths boominati

Never hesitate to give a n***a yellow tape grrt

Ain't worried 'bout the bag

'Cause the cash accumulatin bags

Soon as we came in the game all these n***as

They imitate it hey

Money hoes and clothes

Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a n***a knows

Flipping on foes putting tags on toes

Watching the stash grow clocking the cashflow

The neighborhood gravedigger