Rico

[Intro]
Aye, aye, look
What it do man
Yo what it do man
Aye, look, aye

[Verse 1]
We might get hit with the Rico (aye)
We might get hit with the plug
And WIll ain’t the plug if you ain’t got no kilos
If he do then I’m coming through with my fucking dibo
Off my muhfuckin' debo
And I ride around with my pistol like that shit is legal (oh)
That’s game I only feel Ceelo (Ceelo)
Finesse him, he dumb as finito (nito)
The way that I shoot is like curry
Cause i be a mess when I let off this trio (thirty)
Wildin’ I feel like I’m Stevo (Stevo)
You actor boy, you Benny Siegel (Siegel)
And no I don’t brag about licks that I hit
Cause I keep all my shit on the D low (on the D low)
I do not care what you say to me
You ain’t the man you portray to be
Finna come through with my plan
You just wait and see
Gotta wait patiently
I move from A to B
Balling like I’m on a couch on Fader 3
Up in the stew cooking up like a bakery
You think you know me but you just mistaking me
Part of the reasons why niggas keep hating me
They gon’ hate more when they realise they time up
They will stop blowing my muhfuckin’ line up
So many bitches I can’t make my mind up
But focused on bitches, go fuck your whole grind up
Jump outta line and they eat all you rind up
You believe everything you see and fine up
Resume, awol man you can search line up
So much weight on me I’m fucking my spine up
I been up cotting and scheming like Rico
I wanna come up like I’m Al Pacino
These niggas bluffing, they joke is enough
And they pull out, they call like I’m at a casino
I’m finna blow like some muhfuckin’ C-4
Yeah they all know I’m the one like I’m Neyo
Fuck my old judge and my muhfuckin’ PO
They want me up in the hole like I’m zero

[Verse 2]
Whoa niggas be rattin’ like Rico
And that’s why I stay with the metal magneto
I aim at your brain, it go bang, you finito
I wrap up the beef with some shells, no burrito
Hey here’s what she say my dick dope like a kilo
She wet and she green I should call that bitch Mio
She lost in her feelings, might call that bitch Nemo
If life is a gamble your bitch a casino
Where’s my hero
Bitches be wildin’ for cool points (wha)
These ain’t my hoes, these be school joints (school joints)
I got a bitch that can take it
But it’s not my bitch, it’s my fake sis (hey sis)
Don’t put me on Snap when you take pics (whoa)
My niggas might get your ass beat
You was her MC Monday but catch up
I fucked that bitch last week
And that lil’ bitch she a fuck freak (mwah)
I’m all her buns like some lunch meat (mwah)
And tell that lil’ boy if he want beef (bllllr)
We got them troubles like buck teeth
Boy I been on murder for ages (on murder)
Since snitches was making front pages (shhs)
I beat your cous up on stage
Your nigga still go to R ages
I bet your blame is
Add this new crank once you play this
You know this shit rocking like Trayvis
Shit, I meant Traviss
Dope got me out like an addict (that’s cool)
Rap niggas looking so tragic
I’m only 18 making plays like it’s madness
Fly like the rug on Aladdin
Man I be spazzing, niggas say he gonna rob me
I wish he would I could cap him
Can’t let that happen
40 like bitches, with plain reaction
They get to clapping
Man fuck the beat acapella stay rapping
Man fuck the records the trap is still slapping whoa
Aye they try to do me like Rico, aye
Leave my shit dead on the street though, aye
You are a bitch and a beef hoe
Police says you are a CO
Wanna come outside on the street though
I’m at your front door with red pains for the people
He up in court like he shooting a freak though
But let me say less
I’m done with this beat though, whoa