I'm just tryna get my guap right Cause how I'm living man, it's not right Nothing given but I got mine I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line Quavo, I hit her one time But I think about her sometimes I blow smoke till the sun shine Cah life's fucked but I love mine I hit the M-way and flew back I put my ends on the map I've got the ends on this roof rack My nigga cooks crack like my new rap Screaming "Thug life" like I'm Tupac Riding round my ends, where's the roof at? They wanna talk grind, me I walk grind P, I hit the strip and abuse that Cah being broke, I refuse that I'm still riding on two flats Got the streets waiting on this new crap I think I'm Nino, this New Jack I've got four young boys in two flats I get this guwop on two traps Blowing on this reefer, I need me a Keisha, the truth that I said I need me a Keisha, the truth that And that's a damn bitch that'll suck a dick and roll a plane up She gon' take a trip, no whip, she takes the train up If you love me you'd do that I've got some young boys that do that Bird call, I send 'em through that That's your door, where's the food at? Try touch me, I'll U that I just hit country and flew back And she rolled my spliff up and twosed that She said she loves how I do that But I've gotta go, I've gotta go This money keeps calling me, stuck on these roads And music needs all of me Music needs all of me, don't think I know Don't think you know what I'm going through So just take my advice cah I'm showing you I'm just tryna get my guap right Cause how I'm living man, it's not right Nothing given but I got mine I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line Quavo, I hit her one time But I think about her sometimes I blow smoke till the sun shine Cah life's fucked but I love mine I wake up and give thanks, I roll up and stay lit Blowing in the fast lane, I whip this like I'm legit Tryna get Richie like Lionel, I'm tryna get Richie like Rich So it's trap boy Birdman and you know what this is Shit we came up crazy, came up crazy on Titch Before all the YouTube, before all the hits Man you could've got hit Fuck twelve, free my clique Shit you could've got hit So fuck twelve, free my clique Me I'm an O.G., you'll get smoked off my name They think it's a game till they see the smoke And they overstand that we're not with the playing Trust me, man are getting dropped where I'm staying I'm just tryna get my guap right Cause how I'm living man, it's not right Nothing given but I got mine I'm Pretty Ricky on this hot line Quavo, I hit her one time But I think about her sometimes I blow smoke till the sunshine Cah life's fucked but I love mine