RJ Baze on the beat
They say Rico, where you been? I been playing it safe
I been in my lane, they probably thought I went MIA
And yeah I'm coolin' but I'm quick to put that chop to your face
In love with money, I can smell it play from a mile away
I help my team out, when I was down they was round
We chasing money bitch, could give a f*ck about clout
That ain't no hoe in me, bitch I'm five double down
I keep that pole on me, come see what Lil Three about
We got some rounds in this bitch, all hounds in this bitch
Out of town with a clip, same color as the fit
Pull up to your crib with the beef, this that Door Dash shit
And I ain't nothing like you strays, I'm a built ass Pit
I call up cuzzo two shots, we come through swerving your block
We out here sparking some Za, serving your mom and your pops
You know how wild they get, wild west I'm coming with Fah
Heard a bands on my head, but I'm surrounded by chop
These hollows put you into pieces so don't try
Shorty's thinking I'm a dragon, love the way I spit this fire
I hit the hoe and she start bragging, now a friend up on my line
Now she tripping, I ain't tripping, I want both because they fine
She told me slide, so I did, and we made a movie
She told me stay up out the mix, but baby this a smoothie
I mix a little bit of beef with a f*cking groupie
Have him leaving in the stretcher for talking stupid
I'm too tazzed out, you knowin' how it gets
Baby this ain't counterfeit, was down below like Roddy Ricch, many men been plotting 50 cent
I wanna Cartier on my wrist, VVS's on my neck
I get the pack and make a flip, but no this ain't gymnastic shit
This that white runs, really filling up my lungs
Got a shorty in the back, she got coke all on her gums
I don't like nice hoes, swear to god I ain't the one
Now let me tell you something, by any means I get it done
I'm out here tripping with my twin, Black Fazos on when I be reckless
You talking shit over the net and I don't even read the message
And any means bitch you can bet, but I'ma teach your ass a lesson
Your ass a goofy, you know for breaking windows you is not stepping
You started running, lucked out
You better come out the house
But you stay hiding cause you know
Rico gon' bug the f*ck out
Shout out Lil' Zip, bitch
You know, I'm really making my rounds
We take that trip, no f*cks to give
Yeah I've been out of bounds
I'm humble but I'm on my shit, you might need a plumber
He was off the 30's, we still slapped his ass in his slumber
I'ma do him dirty, I come around I'm toting on lumber
I heard he goin dumb, well they don't know I go dumber
I hit it shorty in the DM's, and she'll slide me her number
The vision they see I'm not seeing, man they don't know my hunger
I give a hundred to my team, that's investing in something
Give double that to your squad, they'll still end up making nothing
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RJ Baze on the beat
They say Rico, where you been? I been playing it safe
I been in my lane, they probably thought I went MIA
And yeah I'm coolin' but I'm quick to put that chop to your face
In love with money, I can smell it play from a mile away
I help my team out, when I was down they was round
We chasing money bitch, could give a f*ck about clout
That ain't no hoe in me, bitch I'm five double down
I keep that pole on me, come see what Lil Three about
We got some rounds in this bitch, all hounds in this bitch
Out of town with a clip, same color as the fit
Pull up to your crib with the beef, this that Door Dash shit
And I ain't nothing like you strays, I'm a built ass Pit
I call up cuzzo two shots, we come through swerving your block
We out here sparking some Za, serving your mom and your pops
You know how wild they get, wild west I'm coming with Fah
Heard a bands on my head, but I'm surrounded by chop
These hollows put you into pieces so don't try
Shorty's thinking I'm a dragon, love the way I spit this fire
I hit the hoe and she start bragging, now a friend up on my line
Now she tripping, I ain't tripping, I want both because they fine
She told me slide, so I did, and we made a movie
She told me stay up out the mix, but baby this a smoothie
I mix a little bit of beef with a f*cking groupie
Have him leaving in the stretcher for talking stupid
I'm too tazzed out, you knowin' how it gets
Baby this ain't counterfeit, was down below like Roddy Ricch, many men been plotting 50 cent
I wanna Cartier on my wrist, VVS's on my neck
I get the pack and make a flip, but no this ain't gymnastic shit
This that white runs, really filling up my lungs
Got a shorty in the back, she got coke all on her gums
I don't like nice hoes, swear to god I ain't the one
Now let me tell you something, by any means I get it done
I'm out here tripping with my twin, Black Fazos on when I be reckless
You talking shit over the net and I don't even read the message
And any means bitch you can bet, but I'ma teach your ass a lesson
Your ass a goofy, you know for breaking windows you is not stepping
You started running, lucked out
You better come out the house
But you stay hiding cause you know
Rico gon' bug the f*ck out
Shout out Lil' Zip, bitch
You know, I'm really making my rounds
We take that trip, no f*cks to give
Yeah I've been out of bounds
I'm humble but I'm on my shit, you might need a plumber
He was off the 30's, we still slapped his ass in his slumber
I'ma do him dirty, I come around I'm toting on lumber
I heard he goin dumb, well they don't know I go dumber
I hit it shorty in the DM's, and she'll slide me her number
The vision they see I'm not seeing, man they don't know my hunger
I give a hundred to my team, that's investing in something
Give double that to your squad, they'll still end up making nothing
They say Rico, where you been? I been playing it safe
I been in my lane, they probably thought I went MIA
And yeah I'm coolin' but I'm quick to put that chop to your face
In love with money, I can smell it play from a mile away
I help my team out, when I was down they was round
We chasing money bitch, could give a f*ck about clout
That ain't no hoe in me, bitch I'm five double down
I keep that pole on me, come see what Lil Three about
We got some rounds in this bitch, all hounds in this bitch
Out of town with a clip, same color as the fit
Pull up to your crib with the beef, this that Door Dash shit
And I ain't nothing like you strays, I'm a built ass Pit
I call up cuzzo two shots, we come through swerving your block
We out here sparking some Za, serving your mom and your pops
You know how wild they get, wild west I'm coming with Fah
Heard a bands on my head, but I'm surrounded by chop
These hollows put you into pieces so don't try
Shorty's thinking I'm a dragon, love the way I spit this fire
I hit the hoe and she start bragging, now a friend up on my line
Now she tripping, I ain't tripping, I want both because they fine
She told me slide, so I did, and we made a movie
She told me stay up out the mix, but baby this a smoothie
I mix a little bit of beef with a f*cking groupie
Have him leaving in the stretcher for talking stupid
I'm too tazzed out, you knowin' how it gets
Baby this ain't counterfeit, was down below like Roddy Ricch, many men been plotting 50 cent
I wanna Cartier on my wrist, VVS's on my neck
I get the pack and make a flip, but no this ain't gymnastic shit
This that white runs, really filling up my lungs
Got a shorty in the back, she got coke all on her gums
I don't like nice hoes, swear to god I ain't the one
Now let me tell you something, by any means I get it done
I'm out here tripping with my twin, Black Fazos on when I be reckless
You talking shit over the net and I don't even read the message
And any means bitch you can bet, but I'ma teach your ass a lesson
Your ass a goofy, you know for breaking windows you is not stepping
You started running, lucked out
You better come out the house
But you stay hiding cause you know
Rico gon' bug the f*ck out
Shout out Lil' Zip, bitch
You know, I'm really making my rounds
We take that trip, no f*cks to give
Yeah I've been out of bounds
I'm humble but I'm on my shit, you might need a plumber
He was off the 30's, we still slapped his ass in his slumber
I'ma do him dirty, I come around I'm toting on lumber
I heard he goin dumb, well they don't know I go dumber
I hit it shorty in the DM's, and she'll slide me her number
The vision they see I'm not seeing, man they don't know my hunger
I give a hundred to my team, that's investing in something
Give double that to your squad, they'll still end up making nothing
Writer: Treyden Charbonneau
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