King Tazz - Ridiculous Lyrics

Yeah
K-I-N-G, yeah, yeah
Look
Wake up counting money, yeah I gotta get it
My niggas been popping, nah not prescriptions, go act in a film to live the life I'm living
You might shoot me dead but you can't kill my spirit, cash that I'm sitting on this shit ridiculous
I won't even talk, I only speak to bosses
Don't give me no message
I don't speak to pigeons, my nigga I-
I don't like niggas that beef over socials, talking a bunch of shit you know you won't do
Sucking me up, yeah she eat like a Whole Foods
Swear that's my babygirl, that's my whole boo
She treat me good like she supposed to
My pockets full, I'm talking no room I need to cop a safe to give me more room

These niggas ain't talking bout nothing
These niggas just copy every subject
These niggas ain't really making butter
These niggas ain't really making cheddar
These niggas ain't really copping boulders
I'm talking bout ice that come in a bezel
I'm talking bout rims that come on a Rover
I'm talking bout dreams and manifesting
I'm talking bout blunt smoking, higher learning
I ain't no preacher, I give the message
Then go bout my business and my concerns
Only concerned about what I earn
Step back in line you should wait your turn
I was waiting in line I was shaking nervous
I be stressed bout this music, to make it perfect
I be stressed cus a nigga feel crazy and crazier by the day
Feel like I'm from outer space
I don't fuck with niggas might just cop me something on a lake
Bout to take the winning place and that's
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back on god
Walk in I'm breaking necks and giving heart attacks, don't gotta show the racks
They know I'm hard
Argh

Wake up counting money, yeah I gotta get it
My niggas been popping, nah not prescriptions, go act in a film to live the life I'm living
You might shoot me dead but you can't kill my spirit, cash that I'm sitting on this shit ridiculous
I won't even talk, I only speak to bosses
Don't give me no message
I don't speak to pigeons, my nigga I-
I don't like niggas that beef over socials, talking a bunch of shit you know you won't do
Sucking me up, yeah she eat like a Whole Foods
Swear that's my babygirl, that's my whole boo
She treat me good like she supposed to
My pockets full, I'm talking no room I need to cop a safe to give me more room