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Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico
Who is Mike going crazy
I just went to Benihana
And Iâm smoking sheets and funnel
You a wannabe, who wanna be (woah)
Iâm only âbout the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me in the street on any day
Iâm really âbout that drama (haha, yeah)
And you know I keep the heat on me
Ainât talkin' bout the summer
Smoking Key Lime OG (what?)
And this car got two seats (it got two seats)
When I hop out it dank
You can smell it on me
Handle that shit myself
I ainât gonâ call police (huh, what?)
Keep that bitch on a leash (woah)
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
Yeah, yeah
Walkin' wit' a attitude like whatâs the problem? (What's the problem hoe?)
I donât hang with DMX Iâm with some (huh?) Ruff Ryders
Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain't the pilot (I ain't the, huh?)
I'm the whole meal you hangin' (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah)
I was hustling when these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?)
And Iâm servin' like Iâm workin' in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah)
Bitch I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter)
Iâm a doer all these bitches lookin' like some mighters (yeah)
With the touch I got the Midas (I got the Midas)
Drinkin' Ace of Spades, you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider)
When I see that hoe, Iâma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fuckin' fight her)
Mike Tyson (huh?), Iâma fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh)
Huh, shit! Where my lighter? (Where my lighter?)
I know that Iâll be the best, I don't need no title (I don't need no title)
Walk up in the ring, who my fuckin' rival? (Who my rival?)
Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh, yeah)
Spray the champagne, my nigga's get to wildin' (woah, yeah)
Got your bitch mad, she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah)
Iâm just tryna flex on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah)
Your jewelry fake boy, itâs lookin' real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah)
Iâm fresh to death, my outfit âbout to have a bounty (yeah)
Walk up in the club, they donât pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
Iâm gettin' money while these bitches out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
Been workin' all week, my bank account astounding
Sm-smoking Key Lime OG
And this car got two seats
When-when I hop out it dank
You-you can smell it on me
Handle that shit myself
I ainât gonâ call police
Keep that bitch on a leash
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
(Smoking Key Lime OG)
And this car got two seats
When (when I hop out it dank)
You-you can smell it on me
(Handle that shit myself)
I-I ainât gonâ call police
Keep that bitch on a leash
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
Yeah, yeah