Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ricardo’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Got a vixen by my side, she got her feet up
While I’m counting up that money f*ck a Visa
I just made enough to call, I’m done my re-up (done my re-up)
Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it’s ‘Biza (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Hol’ up, wait, I got Selena
You try runnin’ wit’ my chick I’ll give you Nina (pew pew)
Hol’ up, wait, I got Selena
You try runnin’ wit’ my chick I’ll give you Nina
And I got niggas that be riding right beside me (right beside me)
Same ones that held it down when he was in that lobby (they hold it down)
Moving, moving yams in the staircase (woo)
With some Jamaican drug dealers that don’t fear a case
So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace
So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case
I text that hoe that I just fucked that I’ma need some space (woo)
Already moving on my suwoop, in my GLAM phase
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrrt off in traffic)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
When I’m creepin’ through the meadows (where you at?)
In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at? Where you at?)
F*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
Me and my niggas been GLAM
Pullin’ fadeaway three’s with your bitch
Are you fuckin’ stupid nigga?
Still tappin’ glass
It’s facts, nigga
Feel me?
Going in deep, ain’t no backing out
‘Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse
Going in deep, ain’t no backing out
‘Cause my wrist on fleek, but my chain play cat and mouse
(In the Beauty and the Beast), I’m so gassed up
Feel like Gaston (gas), love them fast cars (fast)
I’m so gassed up (gassed up), I’m so gassed up (gassed)
Fall in love, nope, I’m no Gaspar
Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
Yeah I’m lit, like it’s Christmas, every time you seein’ snow
Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
Yeah I’m lit, like it’s Christmas, when you see me, yeah, it’s snow
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrrt off in traffic)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
When I’m creepin’ through the meadows (where you at?)
In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at? Where you at?)
Yeah, I just finished out my show, couldn’t even find that
How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap (well I be damned)
Feel like nuttin’ in a bitch, and get no lines back (woo)
Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin’ brr (skrrt, skrrt)
Went from cookin’ work, now we hoppin’ in the vert (skrrt, skrrt)
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin’ brr (skrrt, skrrt)
Went from cookin’ work, now we hoppin’ in the vert
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci
When I’m creepin’ through the meadows
In the hungry Mitsubishi