Here’s Ricky Lyrics – The Whatever Kid

Here’s Ricky Lyrics by The Whatever Kid

Never call me a cocky prick
After hearing ricky say that b#llsh#t
“i can break the law ’cause i’m famous”
I’m thinking, “since when, b#tch?”

All my kids are more famous than you
For saying that, you going to chase me with a hatchet too?
Even when i trolled around and said “poopy scoopy”
That’s better than anything wrote by ricky

I think i would rather have jake paul on my album
When o.j. confesses, that’s the day you’ll go platinum
This silent dope seems to copy soulja’s every move
From superman to a potential joker brute

Call me ableist for calling him crazy
But he turned into a black jack torrance, no maybе
He done tried to attack his girl with an axе
Like she would do anything to deserve that

Later on, he would possess a gun and
Then use it to take the life of a cousin
It’s normal to commit domestic violence
But it was all limited to the fightin’

Homicide just happened out the blue
Where has this rap game come to?
Unaware that he already threw his life away
This hawk flew 140 on the highway

Just because his remaining fans were after him
Police lights everywhere, how is he so dim?
That’s some b#llsh#t, no one was even chasing him
Acting like he’s kanye west’s former wife kim

When kendrick says dim, he means the intelligence
Of silentó and his f#cking publicist
Don’t blame what your client did on mental illness
Instead of bullets, he should’ve fired you, b#tch!

If silentó was in the shining movie
His line would be… “here’s ricky!”
Last name hawk, but he’s not balling like trae
When he says “shoot my shot”, he don’t mean nba

Middle name lamar, but will never be kendrick
17 was the last time you had relevance
Yeah, murder on your mind, but you not melly
Hope your cellmate is drake bell or r. kelly

It’s in your name, but you haven’t been silent
You were chasing your girl with a hatchet
We shouldn’t be shocked you would kill your cousin
Last year, we should have took a damn hint

That you needed to lock this crazy-ass b#tch
Mental illness, i don’t buy that b#llsh#t
I know people that are bipolar
But they all know it’s wrong to murder

My boy was in a marriage that was toxic
He never thought to chase her with a hatchet
Boy, no wonder why you only got one hit
Not that creative, only rapped about the whip

And the nae nae, now you illegitimate like lil tay
(now the only thing he’s whipping is his gun
When he put bullets inside of his f#cking cousin
Or his chick whenever they had an argument)

Not enough talent to get you promoted on tommy craze
You had everyone dancing six years ago
You have everyone in tears now, this man’s a joke
(tears like your family at your cousin’s funeral

Or tears when you brought fear into your girl
If you ever did that to my daughter
I wouldn’t want you in this f#cking world)
Your song streams only in the thousands

Like-to-dislike ratio almost at a balance
(if kanye dropped tomorrow, that would get millions
Silentó, the antonym of a legend)
Looks like silentó finally went silent

(kanye, what you mean when you say that lyric?
That’s accurate if we’re talking ’bout his music
I really wouldn’t say that’s being silent
If you’re chasing your girl with a hatchet

Or filling your cousin up with all these bullets)
Give me another beat, pop
Last year’s diss on you aged like fine wine
We know you more for your crimes than your recent rhymes

Even if you miraculously got free
You spent all your royalties on those lawyer fees
So prison might be better for you, honestly
Instead of being homeless on atlanta’s streets

Asking people for spare change like you’re squidward
Some rap youtubers don’t know that you’re a rapper
Built up his anger, and pursued violence
“got involved in a murder,” that’s all he wrote

Tried songwriting, but you’re not a true poet
First attacked some strangers with a hatchet
Later found guilty of killing your cousin, how that happen?
Summary of a one-hit wonder turned to a bad rapper

You a capper, capping like when he called the police racist
They arrested you ’cause you broke the law, dumb b#tch
Capping like when you said, “they tapped my phone to know where i go”
The government doesn’t even know who you are though

I believe that you helped trump for the election
Now i know the reason he lost to biden
If i asked trump, “you know who’s silentó?”
He would say, “is that slang my youngest kid would use?

Is that another way of saying shut up, dude?”
If i told perez hilton you were on the streets
He would say, “it looks like an ordinary gay guy to me”
Public appearance and there’s laughter

After the song, you should’ve turned the chapter
Instead you kept making crappy songs
That plan was a disaster
Now you are in prison, wishing time could move faster

Wishing time could move faster
You’re a rat who lost the fame
Everyone pours dirt on your name while you sit there in disdain
You a lame, stay in your lane

You won’t be getting prison fame
You be receiving dick like your name is jane
“this boy went insane,” that’s safe to say
Ay, bryant moreland, give this boy a special cupcake!

Soulja boy, give him a controller and a few games!
This kid fell off, probably was a sell-out
Just a profit for the labels
Now he’s in prison cleaning tables

Maybach music
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The Whatever Kid Lyrics – Here’s Ricky

The Whatever Kid

Here’s Ricky