I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
She on my line, said she tryn book a flight
If I call you mine, then I'm treating you right
Dog any car, I don't care about the price
When I walk into Neimans, the clerk know me, she get me right
Shawty stay with me, she know I'm busy
I know she sick when I'm out on the road
I'ma run up this money, give you a milli
Baby, you know I don't f*ck with these hoes
Yeah
Flash on the glizzy, he striking a pose
Shawty too pretty, she belong in Vogue
Speak on my girl, then you know that he bold
Told her I'll sit down when I get a mill I suppose
Took her to Saks dropped a bag on some clothes
When my lil' brother died, that shit hit close to home
And that nigga, he wanna be me, he a clone
If we talking about running up racks, niggas know that I'm prone
I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
Ricky Rick - Kryptonite Lyrics
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I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
She on my line, said she tryn book a flight
If I call you mine, then I'm treating you right
Dog any car, I don't care about the price
When I walk into Neimans, the clerk know me, she get me right
Shawty stay with me, she know I'm busy
I know she sick when I'm out on the road
I'ma run up this money, give you a milli
Baby, you know I don't f*ck with these hoes
Yeah
Flash on the glizzy, he striking a pose
Shawty too pretty, she belong in Vogue
Speak on my girl, then you know that he bold
Told her I'll sit down when I get a mill I suppose
Took her to Saks dropped a bag on some clothes
When my lil' brother died, that shit hit close to home
And that nigga, he wanna be me, he a clone
If we talking about running up racks, niggas know that I'm prone
I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
She on my line, said she tryn book a flight
If I call you mine, then I'm treating you right
Dog any car, I don't care about the price
When I walk into Neimans, the clerk know me, she get me right
Shawty stay with me, she know I'm busy
I know she sick when I'm out on the road
I'ma run up this money, give you a milli
Baby, you know I don't f*ck with these hoes
Yeah
Flash on the glizzy, he striking a pose
Shawty too pretty, she belong in Vogue
Speak on my girl, then you know that he bold
Told her I'll sit down when I get a mill I suppose
Took her to Saks dropped a bag on some clothes
When my lil' brother died, that shit hit close to home
And that nigga, he wanna be me, he a clone
If we talking about running up racks, niggas know that I'm prone
I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy
My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes
Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right
He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe
I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe
I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite
Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right
When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes
Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't tryna ride
Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice
When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice
Last year was doggin' the hemi while his money tight
I'm getting racks so she know I'm her type
Writer: Rick Walker
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