[Intro: Ric Flair]
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Boy floatin' down sh**s creek
Who goin' need the paddle when the sh**s deep
We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep
Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak
(Gunshots) Don't f** wit me
Boy floatin' down sh**s creek
Who goin' need the paddle when the sh**s deep
We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep
Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak
I just want it all, I just want it all
Even when I'm knowing that ain't sh** to you
I just pray to God, I just pray to God
Oh lord, you done made my wrist weak
Jumpman, you could call me [?]
Pullin' out of line like a Jango
f**in' Ric Flair on em', pullin' out the chamber like a [?]
I just got some muthaf**in', puttin' b**hes all up in a land castle
Took a b**h and flew her out to South Beach
This is how you put a dog in a sand castle
Done know, we done blow
I could live without a Magazine cover
But shoutout to my n***as from the XXL
All I need is, magnum rubbers
But f** the competition, let the s** sale
[Bridge]
Side disc, dog
You talkin' bout you f**in my b**h, awh
Let's keep it real, I never eat your baby, mom
But boy I treat her like a side dish, dawg
Don't get it f**ed up
[Verse 2]
Last time, I ain't had time for it
But today I got time for it
n***a dressin' up for Tom Ford
Just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryn encore
Oh my God, you gon hate a n***a on my mom
And no lie, I be on my job
A lot of n***as be jammed when they talkin' but they don't want drama
We a different kinda sinister
Rollie presidential but the prime minister
n***as got a chopper and a nine [?]
Liu Kang n***as I could fly finish em', whooo
[Hook]
Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair
Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair
Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair
n***a Ric Flair, the money long like my b**h here
All these b**hes should know
All these n***as should know
All these b**hes should know
All these n***as sh**, done known
[Verse 3: Rory Trustory ]
I'm sorry n***a you forced it
f** it, just say you love it and forfeit
All my brother goin' corporate, I see us #1 on this forbes list
My closet still covered in jordans
Still thuggin', still ruggin', n***as still can't f**in' afford this
Bout to pay the lawyers off for my n***a Kellz
We still talkin' like they're cell phones in his cell
I touchdown just like its NFL, then I'm in a SSL
Then I'm in a shawty named Vanessa cell
I'm pullin' off the SLS sippin' VSOP
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