Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rico (Freestyle), artist - Yo Gotti. Album song The Return of Cocaine Muzik, Pt. 2 - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great
Song language: English
Rico (Freestyle) |
Ooooh |
Niggas like talk yo shit Gotti, these niggas don’t know what’s up |
Nigga hating on you, you boutta tell em |
It’s coooooool |
(Hahaha) This the money call right now |
Look, old money, new niggas I don’t really feel 'em |
Copped that Lamb off the lot, I can’t wait to kill 'em |
New crib like the mall, can’t fill the closets |
Back n forth to the bank, too many deposits |
And that’s cool, rockin 'em Robins and Giuseppes |
Niggas ungrateful ain’t no more happy |
Please quit axin me for them selfies (Urgh) |
I don’t take pictures with niggas, (Can't do that) |
I take em picture with hoes |
He got a bitch and she cheat on him wit bitches |
Them my relationship goals |
Old problems, new beef, shit may never end |
If we ain’t broke bread, got no money, we ain’t friends |
Quit callin me bruh, I ain’t yo brother, nigga we ain’t kin |
(We ain’t brothas) |
Blood thicker than water, nigga nah, shit thin |
Whole label got me here honestly |
I got em young gangstas under me |
I got them niggas gon gun for me |
I’m trynna get me a hunnid piece |
On the cool I’m talkin like a hunnid mill |
Multi-millionaire but I’m a hunnid still |
Shotgun duplex with a hunnid thou |
I can show you how a hunnid feel |
I can show you how a hunnid click up |
If you fuck up then you lose a twenny-five |
Half a quarter for twenny five |
Partna under twenty one and got a twenty-five (Ooooh) |
Lawyer paid, bonds, made niggas got a friend (Got a friend) |
You got a bond, yo patna left ya in jail (That ain’t real) |
Same nigga give you chopper tell you go kill (Yaaw niggas) |
That what yo niggas call real then I guess I ain’t real |
Industry fake and you know that shit |
Niggas be hating over hoes n shit |
Bitches fuck up cuz they slick n shit |
You swear to God that yo know yo bitch (But do you really?) |
But I know the bitch better, keep that a secret (But that’s coooool) |
I can tell you sum shit about the bitch’s secrets (Oh really) |
You buying the bitch baths (??) trying your best to keep her |
But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets |
Why these niggas still killin, 'bout these pennies, I don’t really get it |
And I’m good wit to my niggas, millions, guess I’m still hustlin till the team |
win it |
Super bowl, Championship, why these niggas still jumpin ship? |
Bury me with a hundred thou, pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip |
Ay I’m boutta get hit with the RICO |
You niggas go snitchin like Nino (You ain’t New York City till the feds came |
home) |
Don’t jump in the water, you Nemo |
(Don't jump in the water with the sharks, boy) |
All the hustla niggas that’s aloof |