Ricky Rodeo - I'm Ahead Lyrics

I got this drip on me
I'm rockin' balmain jeans
Guiseppis on my feet
Twenty racks they in my jeans
Got a hundred hundred racks all blue
I'd really hate to blue you
Y'all n****** don't got a clue
(Damn Damn)
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
Damn I'd really hate to be you
Y'all copy all my moves
Yea you do what I do
They follow my footsteps
Like they the feds
Four door jeep you know its red
Bad lil bitch I need some head
Bad lil bitch I need some head
I do whatever when I want
Know what type of time I'm on
Aint talking bread then I'm gone
Don't even know what they be on
Bad lil bitch sippin' Deleon
Swallow my kid they get you strong
Sippin' on red and smoking on strong
Mind to the moon my mind gone
Now I'm on the moon like Armstrong
Tryna find where the kid at
Designer clothes they mismatch
Wondering how I did that
Ya bitch tellin' me she Digg that
We hit Rodeo then kick back
I kiss her neck she lick back
Said her ex was so wack
Picture perfect Kodak
Im a Zoe so add the black
Look at my skin I'm stating facts
Ink on my skin its all black
Draw on my body what you call that
You took a L I saw that
Couple Racks on my iPhone
Thank the coach that put me on
I got this drip on me
Im rockin' balmain jeans
Guiseppis on my feet
Twenty racks they in my jeans
Got a hundred hundred racks all blue
I'd really hate to blue you
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
(Damn Damn)
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
Damn I'd really hate to be you
Y'all copy all my moves
Yea you do what I do
They follow my footsteps
Like they the feds
Four door jeep you know its red
Bad lil bitch I need some head
Bad lil bitch I need some head

I got this drip on me
I'm rockin' balmain jeans
Guiseppis on my feet
Twenty racks they in my jeans
Got a hundred hundred racks all blue
I'd really hate to blue you
Y'all n****** don't got a clue
(Damn Damn)
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
Damn I'd really hate to be you
Y'all copy all my moves
Yea you do what I do
They follow my footsteps
Like they the feds
Four door jeep you know its red
Bad lil bitch I need some head
Bad lil bitch I need some head
I do whatever when I want
Know what type of time I'm on
Aint talking bread then I'm gone
Don't even know what they be on
Bad lil bitch sippin' Deleon
Swallow my kid they get you strong
Sippin' on red and smoking on strong
Mind to the moon my mind gone
Now I'm on the moon like Armstrong
Tryna find where the kid at
Designer clothes they mismatch
Wondering how I did that
Ya bitch tellin' me she Digg that
We hit Rodeo then kick back
I kiss her neck she lick back
Said her ex was so wack
Picture perfect Kodak
Im a Zoe so add the black
Look at my skin I'm stating facts
Ink on my skin its all black
Draw on my body what you call that
You took a L I saw that
Couple Racks on my iPhone
Thank the coach that put me on
I got this drip on me
Im rockin' balmain jeans
Guiseppis on my feet
Twenty racks they in my jeans
Got a hundred hundred racks all blue
I'd really hate to blue you
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
(Damn Damn)
Y'all n***** don't got a clue
Damn I'd really hate to be you
Y'all copy all my moves
Yea you do what I do
They follow my footsteps
Like they the feds
Four door jeep you know its red
Bad lil bitch I need some head
Bad lil bitch I need some head