Ricky Bobby

I got needs, pay attention, ahh

Are you up for the challenge, yeah

No hands, I throw tantrums, yeah

Act right if you want this, yeah

(Bitch, stand at attention)

Keep my name out your mentions, huh

I said what I said, and I meant it, uh

I ain't buying, wouldn't even rent it, ho

Superstar, I'm too hot, bitch be gone evaporate

Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste

Flow so floaty, okay with being lonely

Vogue type of bitch, know you got me on your lock screen

Boasting marshmallow ass

You looking like you need a roasting, toasting

'Cause I love these bitches keep on hoping, I notice

I been way too motherfuckin' focused, rogue shit

Take a photo I'm thе fucking moment

I'm so anxious, barely breathing

Moods got mе switching positions

So now I'm asking myself

Should you be mine?

La-da-da-da-da

Ricky Bobby I'm the shit

190 in the whip

Blowing gas by the zip like

La-da-da-da-da

Let him smash on a bitch

Let him crash in the pussy

Left the pad with a limp

Back on, make em' break necks

Hot, juicy got drenched

Told that bitch: We not friends, ah

I got two iPhones

'Cause his best friend hitting'

So we get the dial tone

till his neck game finished

Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten

Kitchen counter where he hit it, keep it squeaky clean, Brita

Lick, lick, lick, why he dizzy off the liquor?

Superhero shit, bought my wrist an action figure

Took off my top, then he slipped out that— (woo)

He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his ribs (oh)

Li-li-listen when I talk, ah

I'ma take your chips, bitch, kicks

And your job, get some money, bitch

I'm so anxious, barely breathing

Moods got me switching positions

So now I'm asking myself

Should you be mine?

(My haters just happen to be broke)

(And that's not my fault)