[Intro: g0r3]
Oh, go, go, go, go
I'm thirty four years old and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn
And I feel so real like slick, go, go
And I'm feeling like Rick, like slick
I'm feeling so slick like Rick, I'm feeling so slick like Rick

[Verse 1: g0r3]
And I'm feeling so slick like Rick, when I shoot, oh no, I don't miss
Before I leave, shorty want to kiss, nah, bitch, you just swallowed my kids
Give me the pack, oh yeah, go blitz
Wipe my shoes at the doormat before I come in, skinny ass bitch, Australian
And she gon' let me fuck, but that's my best friend
And I am chilling with Card, he gon' pull up in a Benz
No, I don't act hard, no, I don't pretend

[Verse 2: Mastercard2k]
Keep the swag to myself, I don't like to set trends
In the lab, counting internеt bands, Netspend
I can check for you likе I signed her with a weapon
In the hood, high as fuck, I don't got to check in at all
Zombie ass dude, bitch, I'm really from the grave
Bitch, hermano said he loco, but I call him dirty face
He lying on my name, I'ma punch you in the face
Bought my bitch a BBL, I like to hug her from the waist (BBL)