Ricky Hil Barcelona Lyrics

I told my Pops on the phone that I'm coming home
It's been 6 months
And he ain't seen my face
I'm smoking high grades
I ain't smoking haze
I use to get it in the heights
Use to cop weight
Mutha f*cka I was born unafraid
You can't live that way if you die this way
So that p*ssy I'mma penetrate
Listen to me demonstrate
Syrup in the lemonade
I'mma rebel
I'mma runaway
Renegade
I been gettin' high since the 7th grade
I can look in your eye, you a f*ckin lie
I tell the truth everytime I'm in the both
And I light an L
I feel closer to hell
I dose off watchin NHL
With my hand on my L
Ricky Hil the king of the Cut
So when I come home, I always get a cut
I'm high till my eyes shut
Same questions
Over and over
Any time you leave
I get the...
Same questions
Over and over
Any time you leave

So if I don't get my fix
I gotta catch a grip
Everyone my folk with find they own twist
Muhh f*cka, I just need more sip
More hit, one pill, one thrill, one lift She get hit if she give me lip
That bitch get hit when she give me lip
That mean if she talk shit then I slap the bitch
And if she give me top then I'm gon f*ck the bitch
Everybody up top still f*ck with this
I'm from CT
And I slurr my words like I'm B.G
Cause I'm on the same shit
You just on some boy band, f*ckin lame shit
8 pounds in this black Crown Vic
I-95 with my homie drving south and shit
I got a bitch in Miami with a house and shit
She give me mouth and shit, And she let my homies hit
Same questions
Over and over
Any time you leave
I get the...
Same questions
Over and over
Any time you leave

Yeah
This for that 03
That south CT
Ya'll pour up
Park the black Fords up
This is CT
That's the 03
The south part of CT
Park the black Fords up
Pour Up
Crack a dutch
Light more up
More up
Pour up
Yeah pour up
Pour up
Crack a dutch
Light more up
This for that 03
CT