Cheefing the nic my name ain’t Rick but I’ll send you to other universes like I’m from Rick and morty run up in yo house and take your shorty don’t test me I keep that forty snortin candy in class can’t remember what I ate for breakfast man I think it was glass take yo girl home and I clap that ass from the back spent a couple racks on her tits merk a pussy and take a piss and shit on his body throwin C’s up in the air man I got a shottey call it a tac put it to brain and have you relapse make yo whole body collapse now I’m finna spend a couple racks on some bottles poppin this shit all night I know what I’m doing aint right but I just turn off my lights and pop and drink some more I do this for my stress now I’m up I can flex[caden] what I do is never right I’m always wrong YO JIMMY pass me the fucking bong hitting it while I sing this song gotta Glock in my pants the clip is pretty long spraying at him make him do a flip every body I catch that’s another sip of the henny woah man I’m about to black out