Pretty Ricky

[Intro]

(David, wake up)

Yeah

Latto, let 'em know

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pretty Ricky, he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P

Pleasure the P, he gotta pleasure the P

[Verse 1]

Light this bitch up like a candle

I got them big toys like Santa

Bitches ain't hard, they just turn on up camera

He love my grammar, I'm from Atlanta

So I don't want to hear R&B, fuck me to trap

Street smart and book smart

You know all them niggas love that (All them niggas love that)

I can't walk through no metal detector

Niggas rats, talking to the detective

Niggas fold every time under pressure

Fuck a label, I'm my own investor

Hundred thou', stuff it right in the dresser

Pocket full of blues, bitch, I need extra

Left that nigga, he'll never do better

Tell him when to shoot like a director

[Chorus]

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P

Pretty Ricky (Real freak), he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pretty Ricky (Get on your knees), pleasure the P (Get on your knees)

Pleasure the P (Ayy), he gotta pleasure the P

[Verse 2]

I don't want him 'less the nigga got big racks

And I'm waiting on a ho to drop a diss track

I ain't going back and forth on the internet

I'ma pull up on her ass, put an end to that

Blowing through the money like a clarinet

They be ass dancing on the turtleneck

Where you from? I ain't ever heard of that

Birkin bag where I keep the burner at

When you live like this, bitch, every day payday

Put it in his face, nut in his mouth like Payday

I been stacking chips, I stay with a bag like Frito Lay

Firefighter, if she got smoke, pull up, let it spray

[Chorus]

Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P

Pretty Ricky, he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pretty Ricky , pleasure the P (Real freak)

Pleasure the P (Get on your knees), he gotta pleasure the P (Get on your knees)

[Outro]

Real freak

Get on your knees

Get on your knees