There's a very rare condition out there
It's called 'Locked in syndrome'
On My Own
Like
Wok
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
I get mad when I get in the booth
But right now, I'm just tryin' to be cool
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
Defamation, it's all fake news
Like, matter of fact, let me focus on you
Tryin' to put something nice on your feet
Cause you can not go walk in my shoes
Why they playin', but tryin' to be cool
Diamonds wet and they wet like a pool
Channel 5, now that boy on the news
Don't get it twisted, don't get it confused
And you know that I'm ballin' like Kobe
Lil' brodie, he pushin' the stoley
Want to push up on me, gotta show me
And that chop, it got to stay on me
Travis Scott's, Im wearing the Cactus
.40 make him do a backflip
He be acting, he an actress
Told moms, I'll buy her a mansion
Night time, we was purging
We was huntin', we was lurking
Like a lighter, we gon' burn 'em
Niggas broke, and they hurtin'
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
Ahh-aah
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
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There's a very rare condition out there
It's called 'Locked in syndrome'
On My Own
Like
Wok
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
I get mad when I get in the booth
But right now, I'm just tryin' to be cool
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
Defamation, it's all fake news
Like, matter of fact, let me focus on you
Tryin' to put something nice on your feet
Cause you can not go walk in my shoes
Why they playin', but tryin' to be cool
Diamonds wet and they wet like a pool
Channel 5, now that boy on the news
Don't get it twisted, don't get it confused
And you know that I'm ballin' like Kobe
Lil' brodie, he pushin' the stoley
Want to push up on me, gotta show me
And that chop, it got to stay on me
Travis Scott's, Im wearing the Cactus
.40 make him do a backflip
He be acting, he an actress
Told moms, I'll buy her a mansion
Night time, we was purging
We was huntin', we was lurking
Like a lighter, we gon' burn 'em
Niggas broke, and they hurtin'
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
Ahh-aah
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
It's called 'Locked in syndrome'
On My Own
Like
Wok
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
I get mad when I get in the booth
But right now, I'm just tryin' to be cool
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
Defamation, it's all fake news
Like, matter of fact, let me focus on you
Tryin' to put something nice on your feet
Cause you can not go walk in my shoes
Why they playin', but tryin' to be cool
Diamonds wet and they wet like a pool
Channel 5, now that boy on the news
Don't get it twisted, don't get it confused
And you know that I'm ballin' like Kobe
Lil' brodie, he pushin' the stoley
Want to push up on me, gotta show me
And that chop, it got to stay on me
Travis Scott's, Im wearing the Cactus
.40 make him do a backflip
He be acting, he an actress
Told moms, I'll buy her a mansion
Night time, we was purging
We was huntin', we was lurking
Like a lighter, we gon' burn 'em
Niggas broke, and they hurtin'
Got all this shit on my own
Rick on my body, Rick Owens
He ran rick, I was totin' my chrome
That boy, he ran till he made it back home
Bad bitch, bending her bones
Tryin' to grab it, and take it back home
It's a lot that I got on my dome
She a bop, I can't take her back home
She a bop, gotta pass it to bro
If he jack her, that's just how it go
I got Rick on my body, Rick Owens
Jimmy Choo, you can't step in my toes
No more Amiris, got Rag on my Bones
Couple of hundreds hangin' out my coat
You movin' funny, brodie say no more
No more back home, I'm 'boutta set the tone
Ahh-aah
They keep tryin' to say something 'bout me
Wtf do they want me to do?
Writer: Cezar Poiata
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid