Riké - Farm Intro Lyrics

Need a script? Go call the doctor
I can't put you on my roster
I got my lil' bitch a collar
It says "Certified Gawker"
Had a side, she made me block her
Throwing bags up in the locker
F*ck the training, Quay Walker
I'm a real tough talker, like
Boomshakalaka- Boomshakalaka- Boom
Someone left the stove on, I'm the hottest in the room
They say, "Rik! You flow just like Babytron and Larry June!"
What the f*ck? I got motion like I'm walking on the moon, like
He can't compete, I'm the one, not the two
But in the field, he'll point and I'ma shoot
She said she f*ckin' with a lame, I never knew
I done took her to the Farm and now she stuck to me like glue, huh
Babygirl work her hands like a masseuse
This type of money like, you ain't have a clue, huh
We from the Farm, bitch you know we bangin' blue
Ain't no crips, but if you pull up to the south this how we do
Put my money where my mouth is, I put diamonds in my tooth
I got people in the mountains, I ain't worried 'bout a truce
I be countin' in the thousands everyday, and that's the truth
Nah I'm lyin', got a personal accountant for the loot, huh
Yo wallet stay acute my wallet, huh
Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice
Timmy Turner with that sack, bitch I'm irresponsible
Made a promise to myself, this ain't nothin' optional
Makin' noise up in the city, shit I feel unstoppable
Slow it down, I been swervin' tryna dodge the obstacles
Takin' Auto on the path to the top, it's optimal
She said, "Am I the only one?", I told her, "Yeah, it's possible."
C'mon
Would I ever lie to you?
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Need a script? Go call the doctor
I can't put you on my roster
I got my lil' bitch a collar
It says "Certified Gawker"
Had a side, she made me block her
Throwing bags up in the locker
F*ck the training, Quay Walker
I'm a real tough talker, like
Boomshakalaka- Boomshakalaka- Boom
Someone left the stove on, I'm the hottest in the room
They say, "Rik! You flow just like Babytron and Larry June!"
What the f*ck? I got motion like I'm walking on the moon