R.I.C.O (Freestyle) - Yo Gotti
Intro:
Ooooh
N_ggas like talk yo sh_t Gotti, these n_ggas don't know what's up
N_gga hating on you, you boutta tell em
It's coooooool
(Hahaha) This the money call right now
Look, old money, new n_ggas 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
N_ggas ungrateful ain't no more happy
Please quit axin me for them selfies (Urgh)
I don't take pictures with n_ggas, (Can't do that)
I take em picture with hoes
He got a b_tch and she cheat on him wit b_tches
Them my relationship goals
Old problems, new beef, sh_t 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, n_gga we ain't kin
(We ain't brothas)
Blood thicker than water, n_gga nah, sh_t thin
Whole label got me here honestly
I got em young gangstas under me
I got them n_ggas 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 f_ck 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, buns, made n_ggas got a friend (Got a friend)
Got a bun, yo partna left in jail (That ain real)
Same n_gga give you chopper tell you go kill (Yaaw n_ggas)
That what yo n_ggas call real then I guess I ain't real
Industry fake and you know that sh_t
N_ggas be hating over hoes n sh_t
B_tches f_ck up cuz they slick n sh_t
You swear to God that yo know yo b_tch (But do you really?)
But I know the b_tch better, keep that a secret (But that's coooool)
I can tell you sum sh_t about the b_tch's secrets (Oh really)
You buying the b_tch baths (??) trying your best to keep her
But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets
Why these n_ggas still killin, 'bout thy penance, I don't really get it
And I'm good wit to my n_ggas, millions, guess I'm still hustlin till the team win it
Super bowl, Championship, why these n_ggas still jumpin sh_t
Bury me with a hundred thou, pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip
Ay I'm boutta get hit with the RICO, you n_ggas go snitchin like Nino (You ain't New York City till the feds came home)
Don't jump in the water, you ain't Nemo
(Don't jump in the water with the sharks, boy)
All the hustla n_ggas that's aloof
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