Phonewavy - Ric Flair Lyrics

You really must admire
Every time I get inside the studio it's fire
Crank up that amplifier
'Cause I'm coming at you with that 4x multiplier
Yeah I'm so lit I can't get higher
Take off in my Space Ship I'ma frequent flyer
Go ahead & check out the attire
Everything from my feet to my head's designer
I think that I'm Ric Flair
Walk up in this bitch stomping in my alligators
And it's f*ck the haters
Tombstone Piledrive 'em like I'm Undertaker
I think that I'm Ric Flair
Got a bunch of diamonds covering my f*ckin fingers
And it's f*ck the haters
Only reason that they hate is cause we're gettin' paper
Extended clip I do not need the tracers
And I said f*ck the iron sights I gotta laser
And my Glock it got that grip I don't need me the switch Sir
Hopped out pulled up on that bitch- Smoked 'em like a Swisher
Kind of tragic how it all happened now he's on a t-shirt
Had to go & switch it up on them- hit 'em with a revert
Had to get these motherf*ckers back in line like a teacher
I'm so damn high like a fever rep 419 til I seizure
I think that I'm Ric Flair
Walk up in this bitch stomping in my alligators
And it's f*ck the haters
Tombstone Piledrive 'em like I'm Undertaker
I think that I'm Ric Flair
Got a bunch of diamonds covering my f*ckin fingers
And it's f*ck the haters
Only reason that they hate is cause we're gettin paper