Ricky Bobby
StanWill
GENRE
[Intro]
I was a fucking underdog, I ain't have no fucking bite in me
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Yeah, I ain't have no bite in me
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
I was underdog, I ain't have no
Alright, huh, yeah, huh, aye, aye
[Hook]
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Got a Glock, just because I punch don't mean it's fight in me
You could be the fox off of Dora, couldn't swipe with me
Know my bitch got the strap too, it ain't no dyke with me
Huh, I can hit the 'Gram with a light fifty
Tight-ass Amiri jeans, them the only Mikes with me
Dukes thinking I should get a job, bitch, I swipe giffies
Riding with it on me, wish she would, feeling like Timmy
[Verse]
Think he Superman? Put a hole in his cerebellum
Knock the bifocals off his face, quit the staring, fella
If it's up and we see you out, we'll air wherever
I ain't stomp Vincent van Gogh, this a pair of 'Gielas
Put the MAG to his head like a Trump supporter
If it's online, you gotta know that I'm punching for it
Courtside, dapped up LeBron, said what up to [?]
Chop got kick, if he slide, we'll punish [?]
Praying on my downfall? Boy, you better stick to God
.40s in the Glock .23, bitch, I'm Will LeBron
I ain't even hit the lil' slut, boy, yo bitch with Tron
You'll get lost in the sauce, better get a job
If it ain't my bitch or ShittyBoyz, I ain't with anybody
Caught him at the light and flashed the stick, he turned to Ricky Bobby
They gon' think I'm fucking DeJ Loaf, they wouldn't really try me
Cut into yo bitch in her DM and told her give me sloppy
Where the freak hoes at? Call TrDee
Couldn't follow in these footsteps, do you see our feet?
Couldn't ball with us like, what? Do you see our team?
Got the head off her, told the bitch I'll BRB
Huh, and it's funny, I ain't come back
I ain't do no fucking cup check when I punch Saks
I ain't in a ring with [?] if I punch jacks
Walking into Hutch like, "What the fuck? Where the buffs at?"
Closet looking like a alphabet, all these V's and necks
T-double H-L, I know you can see the necklace
Look me in my eyes, bitch, I know that my feet impressive
Dukes looking at me like she know I can be successful
Born human, turned to a goat like a Animorph
Told yo bitch call me "Big Shitty", I ain't Stan no more
Really fly as fuck, I don't think I can land no more
I done hit so many stores, I can't jam no more
Man, huh, like goddamn
I can't make his ass disappear but the chop can
You could be a octagon on the corner, couldn't stop Stan
And you know we sliding with that heavy metal like a rock band
Huh, I just punched Beni's
Huh, I just touch fifty
Huh, hold on, huh, and you know the .9 glued, I'll come Iggy
Yeah, I came Iguodala
I'll give this bitch a middle finger 'fore I give a dollar
Crab legs in my fettuccini, this exquisite pasta
Opps always acting like they with it, they should get a Oscar
Wouldn't even breathe around these hoes, boy, these bitches toxic
Hall of Fame Dimer, bro'll score if I diss The Rock
Opps broke as hell, them and us ain't got shit in common
Squaring up with me? I'll aim at yo fist and pop
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, huh
I'll aim at yo fist and pop
That nigga Hokatiwi tripping on this bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Aye, huh, huh, aye, aye, yeah, yeah, huh
[Hook]
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Got a Glock, just because I punch don't mean it's fight in me
You could be the fox off of Dora, couldn't swipe with me
Know my bitch got the strap too, it ain't no dyke with me
Huh, I can hit the 'Gram with a light fifty
Tight-ass Amiri jeans, them the only Mikes with me
Dukes thinking I should get a job, bitch, I swipe giffies
Riding with it on me, wish she would, feeling like Timmy
I was a fucking underdog, I ain't have no fucking bite in me
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Yeah, I ain't have no bite in me
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
I was underdog, I ain't have no
Alright, huh, yeah, huh, aye, aye
[Hook]
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Got a Glock, just because I punch don't mean it's fight in me
You could be the fox off of Dora, couldn't swipe with me
Know my bitch got the strap too, it ain't no dyke with me
Huh, I can hit the 'Gram with a light fifty
Tight-ass Amiri jeans, them the only Mikes with me
Dukes thinking I should get a job, bitch, I swipe giffies
Riding with it on me, wish she would, feeling like Timmy
[Verse]
Think he Superman? Put a hole in his cerebellum
Knock the bifocals off his face, quit the staring, fella
If it's up and we see you out, we'll air wherever
I ain't stomp Vincent van Gogh, this a pair of 'Gielas
Put the MAG to his head like a Trump supporter
If it's online, you gotta know that I'm punching for it
Courtside, dapped up LeBron, said what up to [?]
Chop got kick, if he slide, we'll punish [?]
Praying on my downfall? Boy, you better stick to God
.40s in the Glock .23, bitch, I'm Will LeBron
I ain't even hit the lil' slut, boy, yo bitch with Tron
You'll get lost in the sauce, better get a job
If it ain't my bitch or ShittyBoyz, I ain't with anybody
Caught him at the light and flashed the stick, he turned to Ricky Bobby
They gon' think I'm fucking DeJ Loaf, they wouldn't really try me
Cut into yo bitch in her DM and told her give me sloppy
Where the freak hoes at? Call TrDee
Couldn't follow in these footsteps, do you see our feet?
Couldn't ball with us like, what? Do you see our team?
Got the head off her, told the bitch I'll BRB
Huh, and it's funny, I ain't come back
I ain't do no fucking cup check when I punch Saks
I ain't in a ring with [?] if I punch jacks
Walking into Hutch like, "What the fuck? Where the buffs at?"
Closet looking like a alphabet, all these V's and necks
T-double H-L, I know you can see the necklace
Look me in my eyes, bitch, I know that my feet impressive
Dukes looking at me like she know I can be successful
Born human, turned to a goat like a Animorph
Told yo bitch call me "Big Shitty", I ain't Stan no more
Really fly as fuck, I don't think I can land no more
I done hit so many stores, I can't jam no more
Man, huh, like goddamn
I can't make his ass disappear but the chop can
You could be a octagon on the corner, couldn't stop Stan
And you know we sliding with that heavy metal like a rock band
Huh, I just punched Beni's
Huh, I just touch fifty
Huh, hold on, huh, and you know the .9 glued, I'll come Iggy
Yeah, I came Iguodala
I'll give this bitch a middle finger 'fore I give a dollar
Crab legs in my fettuccini, this exquisite pasta
Opps always acting like they with it, they should get a Oscar
Wouldn't even breathe around these hoes, boy, these bitches toxic
Hall of Fame Dimer, bro'll score if I diss The Rock
Opps broke as hell, them and us ain't got shit in common
Squaring up with me? I'll aim at yo fist and pop
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, huh
I'll aim at yo fist and pop
That nigga Hokatiwi tripping on this bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Aye, huh, huh, aye, aye, yeah, yeah, huh
[Hook]
I was underdog, I ain't have no bite in me
Got a Glock, just because I punch don't mean it's fight in me
You could be the fox off of Dora, couldn't swipe with me
Know my bitch got the strap too, it ain't no dyke with me
Huh, I can hit the 'Gram with a light fifty
Tight-ass Amiri jeans, them the only Mikes with me
Dukes thinking I should get a job, bitch, I swipe giffies
Riding with it on me, wish she would, feeling like Timmy
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